Going Deep Boxed Set (Books 1-4)

by DePaul, Virna

  Ruby stood frozen.

  “There at the end, I know you can’t hear it, and I’m guessing you can’t read lips, though who knows. You’re full of surprises. But I’ll tell you just in case.” On the screen, Alec smiled. “I said, ‘Her. It’s her.’”

  A peanut shell dropping would have sounded like an explosion in that moment.

  “You asked me to prove it to you, Ruby,” he said. “That was me. This is me. I’ve always wanted you. Always will. And now, I’m asking you…” Alec dropped to one knee, and Ruby’s hands flew to her mouth. She let out a sob when she watched Alec get down on one knee in front of her.

  Oh, my God…

  He pulled out a small box from inside his sweaty football pants. She would’ve laughed if this wasn’t the most wonderful thing that had ever happened to her. “Ruby, Red, babe…I’ve loved you from the first moment I met you. I love you so much I’m dying with it. I can’t breathe or live without you. Marry me, Ruby. Marry me and make me the happiest man on this earth?” Looking into her eyes, he said, “Ruby O’Brien, I love you.”

  She cried harder when he opened the small velvet box and found her ring inside it. A beautiful, sparkling huge ring that she couldn’t examine too closely at the moment, because of how hard she was crying. All she knew was the ring’s sparkles looked like starbursts through her tears.

  “Yes, I’ll marry you, Alec.” Ruby sniffed, wiping her tears then laughing.

  “SHE SAID YES!” Alec shouted into the microphone, slid the ring onto her finger, then lifted her into the air. He twirled her around and around. The crowd cheered, music played, and Ruby couldn’t stop laughing. He tossed the microphone over to the cameraman and whispered in her ear, “I love you, Red. The baby is only the cherry on top of everything, but make no mistake, you’re my fucking delicious sundae.” He kissed her.

  And life was absolutely perfect.

  Chapter 22

  Alec sighed, admiring his woman.

  Ruby took a deep breath, her full, swollen breasts pressing against her top. It was getting cold outside with the windows open to his room, but he’d always wanted to snuggle under the blankets with a woman he loved, and now was his chance. Desire stirred in his gut. He wanted to give in to it, let the tidal wave wash him away.

  All his dreams were coming true. Ruby was the mother of his unborn child, she was here, in his arms after an amazing day, and all had mended between them. He’d made things right, just like he’d said he would. As Ruby gazed at the view, then gazed at him, the air seemed charged with electricity.

  “I love you, Red. Marrying you has nothing to do with duty but needing a lifetime with you. Even so, I’d never lie to you. Never manipulate you. Don’t ever doubt that again,” he said.

  “I won’t.”

  “I put a ring on it, you know.”

  She smiled. “I know.”

  He took her into his arms and kissed her long and deep. She moaned low in her throat, and he knew she felt the connection between them as much as he did. He kissed her harder, wrapping her arms around his neck, pressing those gorgeous tits against him. He deepened the kiss as he stroked her jaw and cheeks before tracing a line down her throat.

  Such a perfect woman. And now she was all his.

  But it was his turn to moan when her tongue touched his bottom lip. She tasted like spun sugar and lilacs. Something about being pregnant had made her even sweeter. A ripe, full moon filled with maternal potential. She was sexier than she’d ever been, though he wasn’t sure how that was even possible. Was he dreaming? But then he felt the softness of her breasts against his chest, and the hardening of his cock confirmed that this was no dream. It was real, and he was never letting her go.

  “Stay with me tonight,” he murmured.

  She hesitated. He took that as an opportunity to kiss her again. If there was anything he was good at, it was seduction. Convincing. He licked the seam of her lips, coaxing her to open, and she capitulated without a small mewl. He couldn’t get enough of her taste, and his hand trailed down her spine until it rested right above her ass.

  “Stay with me,” he repeated.

  With glassy eyes and a flush on her cheeks, she whispered, “Yes, sir.”

  “Ohhhh…you’re doing that again. Fuuuck,” he groaned.

  His heart soared. Lifting her into his arms, he carried her from the balcony over to his bed. Ruby kept kissing and licking his neck, his jaw, her hands pressing against him like a cat kneading. Alec flipped on a single light before laying her down on the bed. Her hair had fallen from its pins, strewn across his bed like tendrils of fire. How he loved her hair. Would their baby have her hair, her eyes? He hoped so. He wished the baby would get everything of Ruby’s.

  Though it could have his smile. But that was it.

  Ruby sat up and began to unbutton her blouse. He watched her, drinking her in, and with every inch of creamy skin revealed, his restraint continued to break. She smiled at him, obviously enjoying tormenting him.

  “You’re killing me. Go faster,” he growled.

  She clucked her tongue. “So impatient.”

  “Hey. It’s been weeks since we do this.”

  “And now you get to make love to a pregnant woman.” She chuckled.

  “Even sexier.” There was nothing flippant about his comment. He meant it with every word. Something about seeing her expanding belly, slightly rounded with his seed, his flesh and blood growing inside of her, made him want her even more.

  She reached for the clasp of her bra behind her back, but then she seemed to think better of it. “Nah. I think it’s your turn.” Shit, he’d strip naked in five seconds flat if that was what it took to see Ruby naked. He tossed off his shirt, shucked out of his jeans, and was about to tear off his boxers when she let out a laugh. “You’re supposed to take off one thing, then me, then you—”

  “Fuck it.” He crawled over her. “I don’t give a damn.” He kissed her, and she arched underneath him. They kissed and touched, and finally Alec got that bra off of her, and he groaned aloud at the sight of her naked breasts. Full and creamy with nipples the color of raspberries, they were better than in his fantasies.

  He leaned down to lick the tip of one breast, swirling his tongue around her nipple until she was panting. He loved how responsive she was, how she threw herself into lovemaking head-on like she did everything else in her life. Playing with her breasts for what felt like hours, he enjoyed every second until she begged him in a breathy voice to continue. But he wouldn’t relent. He wanted her wet and ready.

  He sucked and licked and nipped, loving her taste and the smell of her skin, wondering how he could ever let her go in the morning. She was his everything now. And she carried within her his entire hopes and dreams. His future.

  Under him, Ruby writhed and grasped at him and drove him into a frenzy of lust. Never the passive partner, she pushed at him, and although he was twice her weight in muscle, he let her push him onto his back. Now straddling him, her dark red hair spilled down her shoulders, she looked like some kind of goddess. He didn’t know if she’d come to reward or punish him, but at this point, he hardly cared which. She ruled him like she ruled the moon.

  “I have you where I want you.” She smiled before leaning down to kiss his chest. He groaned in agony. “All of these muscles. I wanted to get my hands on you since the moment I saw you,” she admitted.

  “Oh, really?”

  “Yes, really. Don’t act like you don’t know how you drive women crazy. Going shirtless all the time, wearing those pants that leave nothing to the imagination…”

  He laughed. “Only because I wanted to drive you crazy.”

  She kissed his chest. “Well, it worked. Now, you’re going to pay for it.”

  Alec had to admit he was intrigued by this side of Ruby. She’d always seemed so contained, but he loved when she let loose. When that hair came down and she became a being of passion in bed, a woman who sometimes liked to take control and at other times relinquished. He coul
d live with that.

  His smile widened, and he grunted when her nails raked down his belly.

  Her hot little tongue followed the path where her nails had been. Frissons of sensation moved through Alec’s body, and his cock pushed against his boxers, begging to be freed. He needed her to take out his cock, stroke him, see those fingers grasping him, but Ruby was like a playful mermaid, refusing to be tamed, frolicking freely. When he bucked his hips, she smiled and kissed his navel. “Didn’t I say patience was a virtue?” she said breathlessly.

  “You’re driving me insane. Fuck me already, woman.”

  She laughed, still wearing her pants, but he could feel her heat through the fabric. She rubbed her pussy against his cock, and they both groaned. God, if she didn’t stop this, he’d come in his boxers like some teenaged boy. Gritting his teeth, Alec willed himself not to lose control. How am I this worked up already? he thought desperately.

  “Ruby…” he warned when she danced her fingers along the waistband of his boxers. “You’re playing with fire.”

  “I like playing with fire.”

  At that, he tipped her over onto the bed and took over once again. “Then, you chose the right man,” he said. “And you’ll thank me when I’m kissing your pussy and you’re screaming my name.”

  She turned bright red to match her hair, and her breath increased, deepened. Her nipples hardened under his touch. He wasn’t about to withdraw his promise. Kissing down her body, he unbuttoned her pants and yanked both legs and panties down her body until she was completely naked. Finally. Her soft white skin was dotted with freckles, although her belly and thighs hadn’t seen much sun and were a shade paler. Alec licked at her hip, tracing the crease between thigh and hip, and Ruby inhaled a quick breath.

  He could smell her arousal, which only turned him on more. Gently touching the curls on her mound, he kissed her right above her pussy. To his delight, he loved the constellation of freckles there.

  She shifted on the bed, restless. Dipping a finger between her swollen lips, he parted her, like he would a flower. She was already wet, and her juice coated his fingers. Alec couldn’t stop himself from burying his nose in between those silken petals.

  “Alec,” she moaned.

  He tongued her, tasting her essence, and she moaned, loud and low. He loved that sound. Tasting her and playing with her until she bucked and cried out, he thrust his tongue inside her quivering sheath. She shivered, and he knew she was close to climax already.

  But he wanted to be inside of her when that happened. Giving her one last, leisurely lick, he kissed her curls before getting off the bed then grinned at her dazed expression. He palmed his cock, brushing his thumb over the sensitive head. Ruby licked her red lips, then crawled over to the side of the bed where he stood. She covered his hand with her own, and together they stroked his length.

  When she kissed his cock, Alec almost didn’t have the willpower to push her away. But he’d come on her pretty little fingers if he didn’t stop her. “Lie back and open your legs for me.”

  She did as he asked, shyly spreading her legs open. “Like this?”

  He grinned. “Just like that. Show me everything.”

  Where had this sex goddess come from? How had he gotten so lucky? For months, he’d dreamed of her, then he thought he’d lost her, and now here she was again. With him. Giving herself to him completely. He could finally take her as hard and fast as he’d dreamed about for weeks, only this time, he’d have to soften things up.

  Now, she carried his child and he wanted her like he’d never wanted anyone.

  “You know, every time we’ve had sex, your hair is down. I remember wanting to see your hair down for so long. But you know something?”

  “You want to fuck me with my hair in a bun,” she guessed.

  “How did you know?”

  “Because you’re you, Alec. Like I don’t know you.”

  “Like you don’t,” he said, smiling. He loved that they’d reached this new level in their relationship where she knew every thought he was thinking. Slowly, he pressed inside of her and watched her face as he did. She took that bottom lip of hers between her teeth, and it took everything in him not to pound her hard. To force himself to go slowly, to savor this. To make love to her slowly, sweetly…

  “Oh, Alec,” she purred and undulated under him. “I’m so full, oh my God…”

  She was full of his cock, full of his being and soul. He wished he could possess her in every way, make her completely his, but there would be a whole lifetime to do that. For now, he was just thrilled she’d said yes.

  “So full of your cock, Alec…”

  Jesus, she couldn’t keep talking like that and expect him to maintain any type of self-control. He kissed her, but the taste of her on his tongue only made things worse. His cock pulsed. Pulling out, he slowly thrust back inside her tight sheath, starting a steady rhythm. Ruby wrapped her arms and legs around him, as Alec gritted his teeth. She was so tight and wet, it was almost unbearable.

  The way she looked at him, the way she touched him, the way she clenched around his cock every time he thrust inside her willing and soft body, every movement sent him higher toward his climax, sent his balls cuddling up against him in preparation for release.

  Ruby started panting, a red flush climbing from her chest to her cheeks. He knew she was close, and he picked up his pace. “You can fuck me harder, Alec,” she said, giving him permission, though he held back, not wanting to hurt her.

  “Are you sure? But the baby…”

  “I’m fine. Just do it.”

  He slammed into her, and she squealed. Drawing up her legs to open her up further, he pounded into her, stroking her body with his cock. He watched as she tipped her head back, exposing her pale throat, and he licked her skin as she started to climax, loving the taste of her skin. She moaned loudly, and when he brushed his thumb over her clit, she screamed and exploded in waves of pleasure.

  Finally, he let himself come, too. He thrust one last time before his climax hit him like a freight train. He poured himself into her, spurt after spurt, and just barely had the strength to collapse next to her so as not to crush her. They both struggled to breathe for a few moments. The room smelled of sex and sweat and Ruby, and Alec inhaled the scent, breathing it into his lungs. The most beautiful scents on the planet.

  He kissed her neck. “I love you so much,” he said, playing with her hair, pulling it away from the sheen of sweat on her face. “I love you, I love our baby, I love our life. Thank you, Ruby.”

  “For what, baby?”

  “For rescuing me. I’d been waiting for you for a long, long time.”

  She smiled against his skin, contentedly falling into a luscious deep sleep, and as she fell away, he kissed her eyebrows, sighed, and dreamed of his future.

  Epilogue

  When Ruby’s water broke, Alec had been the one to keep his cool. At first, Ruby thought she’d have to console him, but when those contractions hit her like one tsunami wave after another, suffice to say she was the one who’d relied on him. To remember to bring the bags for the hospital, to bring the paperwork, the birth plan, to call her parents…

  On the drive to Savannah General Hospital, Ruby had squeezed his hand so hard, she thought she’d break a finger, not that he complained. And when they arrived, her doctor had informed her she was only dilated three centimeters.

  “It’ll be a while,” Dr. Fincher advised. “I’d recommend getting yourselves comfortable for now.”

  Ruby couldn’t figure out how to get comfortable when her body was in agony. The contractions had been long and heavy, and she’d cursed Alec and his entire family tree more than once. To his credit, Alec had kept his cool, placing cold washcloths on her forehead, massaging her shoulders, back, and feet and simply being there to support her.

  He’d been great.

  And she loved him all the more for it.

  There was no way she could’ve given birth without him. And when she�
�d finally hit ten centimeters dilation, she’d pushed and screamed and screamed again, as Alec urged her on with each contraction. When she felt there was no way to keep going, spent in a heap of sweat and tears, Alec had encouraged her.

  “You can do it, baby. I know you can,” he’d said, squeezing her hand. “Just one more push.”

  Finally, at 1:32 a.m. on July 5, Daniel Alexander LeBrun had been born, twelve hours after they’d arrived at the hospital. He came into the world screaming his full dark head of hair off. With deep brown eyes, like looking into Alec’s, Ruby swore the baby made the same face she did when she was irritated with his father.

  Early that morning, Ruby awoke from exhausted sleep to the sound of a baby crying. It was still an odd sensation, the knowledge that she’d had a son with Alec. As she blinked, the room dark, she heard movement.

  “I’ll get him,” Alec rumbled.

  Although Ruby had told Alec he could go home to get sleep—the last he’d have for a while—he’d insisted on sleeping on a cot in their hospital room. Never to move from their side. Always to bring her everything she needed. The birth had gone smoothly, and although it had hurt like hell, Ruby had to admit it hadn’t been as awful as all the horror stories would tell you.

  Then again, she might’ve just been lucky in comparison.

  She couldn’t help but beam full of pride, the smile of a contented mother, when Alec placed their son in her arms. Daniel fussed, clearly hungry, and Ruby placed him on her breast as the nurse had shown her. Immediately, the baby began eating with gusto, and she and Alec both laughed at his funny little faces and sounds.

  “That’s my boy,” Alec said with pride. He touched the silky hair on the baby’s crown and smiled at Ruby. “Have I told you yet that I love you?”

  Her heart swelled. “No.” She laughed. It was their little game.

  “Damn. I have to get better at that.” He smiled, his heart full of joy.

  She pulled him in for a kiss. “You tell me every single day.”