Taking the Fall: The Full Complete Series

by Alexa Riley

  I thrust hard and feel that I’m close again, already needing to cum. I can usually hold out for a long time, but being inside her body changes everything. She’s too warm, too tight, and too sweet for me to hold off. I’ve got to let go, and give in to the sensations.

  Feeling myself start to cum, I thrust hard, and empty inside her body. Thinking about how I could get her pregnant makes me cum more, and I can feel it start to run out from between us.

  I’m beyond hard even after two orgasms so when I catch my breath, I sit up and pull out, turning Mary on her side. I want to see her lush ass bounce with my thrusts, but I also want to see her face. I push one of her legs up and straddle the other, sliding back inside her.

  “Oh God, Anthony, it’s so deep.”

  I lean down, kissing her neck, and she moans louder. She loves when I kiss her sweet spot, and I feel her clench against me in response. I’m bottoming out inside her in this position, deeper than before. I want to fuck her in every position possible, and then I want to create new ones just for us.

  I bite her shoulder, feeling myself growl against her skin. Knowing that I own every inch of her makes me possessive and dominant. I loved her before, but if it’s possible I love her even more now. Saving ourselves for this perfect moment was worth the torture.

  “I love you, my wife.” I rub my entire body against hers as I continue to thrust inside her, wanting to get as much skin on skin as possible.

  “I love you, too, my husband.”

  Reaching between her legs, I rub her clit, and we move together. It’s going to be a long night, and I don’t plan on letting either of us sleep.

  “Cum with me, Mary. Then I’ll let you ride me.”

  Her giggle turns to a moan when I pinch her clit and help send her over the edge. When I join her in ecstasy, I can’t help but think that if we make a baby tonight, it will be made in the purest love that’s ever existed.

  Chapter Seven

  Mary

  “Why didn't I just do this forever ago?” I moan as I drop myself back down onto Anthony's cock. I could’ve done this so many times if I’d wanted to. How many times had I woken up with Anthony skin to skin under me? Me lying almost completely on top of him, cradled to his body. It would’ve been so easy just to slide on top of him while he was still asleep and take him inside me.

  “Fuck, princess, I’m gonna cum.”

  Instantly, Anthony has me flipped over onto my back as he slides down my body. I cry out, wanting him back inside me.

  “I’ll give you what you want. I just want your taste on my mouth when I'm inside you.” His broad shoulders spread my legs wide for himself, giving him all the access he needs. I wiggle, so close to cumming.

  “Please,” I beg, pushing my hips into the air, wanting his mouth on me now. My orgasm is right there. Just out of reach.

  “No begging. I’ll always give you what you want.” His mouth latches onto my clit. His hands grab my hips, locking me in place as the orgasm shoots through my whole body, all the way down to my toes. I grab onto his thick hair, trying to pull him off, but he only laughs as he nuzzles my thighs before he’s making his way back up my body, easily sliding into me.

  “I can’t believe I get to wake up like this for the rest of my life.” His thrusts are slow, his arms holding him up so he can look down at me.

  I bring my hands up to his face, pulling him down to me so I can kiss him. The taste of me on his mouth has another orgasm trying to push free. I’ve lost count of how many times he’s made me cum since he carried me into this room.

  “You like it, too, don’t you? Tasting yourself on me while I’m inside you. You want your scent all over me, don’t you?” For some reason I blush at his words, my face going warm. Maybe because I like the idea of the smell of me all over him. I’ve never been the jealous type because Anthony has never given me a reason to be. But I like the idea of everyone knowing he’s mine, absolutely no doubt.

  “I like it, too, baby. Makes me so fucking hard thinking about your smell all over me.” His thrusts grow faster, sliding in and out of me with renewed alacrity. I match his movements, meeting him halfway.

  “That’s it, princess. Take every drop because they all belong to you.” His dirty words send me over the edge, my pussy locking around his cock, pulling his seed from him, the warm cum filling me.

  Anthony drops down on me but is careful not to crush me. Brushing away some of my hair that has tangled around my face, he lazily kisses me.

  “I don’t want to leave,” I tell him as he keeps kissing me all over. He slides down my body, laying his head on my stomach so I can run my fingers through his hair.

  “Me either, but we have to face them sooner or later,” he mumbles, his eyes falling closed as he enjoys my touch.

  He’s so relaxed about this. He should be more scared than I am. I have no idea how my father is going to react. I mean, everyone knows Anthony and I are in love and have been stealing kisses since I can remember. Our moms always thought it was so cute. My dad, not so much.

  “My dad’s going to flip.”

  He just shrugs like he doesn’t care. How is he not worried about this at all? I don’t want two people I love to come to blows if I can help it. I love my family so much. I just want everyone to accept this. My father just seems to have a tighter hold on me, being as I’m his only girl.

  “Anthony, I’m serious here. Maybe we should wait to tell them for a little bit. We can enjoy this.” With those words, he’s up over me again, caging me in.

  “I’m through with this, Mary. You’re mine. Mine.” He says the last word with extra force behind it. “I’m not fucking around, and I’m not scared of your father. There’s not a person in this whole fucking world I wouldn’t go against if they tried to say that you didn’t belong to me.”

  He takes a breath and looks into my eyes with such sweetness.

  “Hurts my heart.” This time his voice is a little softer. “That you don’t want to shout this from the rooftops like I do, baby. Don’t you want everyone to know?”

  My heart clenches. My eyes fill with tears. “I’m so sorry. You’re so right. I can’t believe I—” He kisses me, cutting off my words. He then uses his thumb to wipe away a tear that escapes.

  “Don’t be sorry. I know you have a soft heart and you want everyone to be happy. You’re just like your mama, but we’re married now. We have our own little family, and we always come first.

  “Our own little family.” Another tear escapes my eye, this one not from sadness. We are our own little family. We might even already have a baby on the way, too.

  “You’re with me?”

  “Always,” I say instantly.

  “Good.” He leaps off me, catching me by surprise. He grabs me from the bed, throws me over his shoulder, and heads for the bathroom. I squeal out in shock as he manhandles me.

  “I love carrying you around naked. We are definitely getting our own place when we get back.” He slaps my ass, making me scream and wiggle in his hold.

  “Careful, princess. You could have my baby inside you already, and I don’t want you to get hurt.”

  “Then stop carrying me around like a doll.”

  “Not likely. Just don’t wiggle so much.” He places me on my feet and pushes me into the shower.

  “Let’s clean you up so I can get you dirty one more time before we have to head out. We have one hell of a Thanksgiving dinner to get to.”

  Chapter Eight

  Anthony

  We walk into the warehouse and make our way towards the kitchen. This is the place where Mary grew up. Well, where I grew up, too, I guess. My parents have a house just down the street, but Mary and I were always together. From the time we were babies we didn’t like to be separated. We were told stories about how I would stand outside her crib and cry until they picked me up and put me in with her. I knew from the beginning she was mine, and I needed her even before I knew I needed her.

  “Why were you two in Vegas?” I h
ear Carter’s voice behind me, and he sounds pissed. I take a deep breath and turn around, ready to face the music.

  He’s a big son of a bitch. If I didn’t know him my whole life and recognize that his anger comes from a place of love, I’d probably be intimidated. But as it stands, he’s like a second father to me. I started calling him DC from the time I could speak. My two sisters called him Daddy Carter, and I just shortened it. He really is just as important in my life as my own dad, and at some point you’ve got to be honest with who you are to your parents.

  “DC, Mary and I have something we need to tell you.” I take her hand and feel the sweat on her palm, but she squeezes my hand back, letting me know she’s holding strong.

  “Wait, I want a front row seat for this.” I roll my eyes as my mom comes into the kitchen and sits down at the bar, my dad and Mama C trailing behind her.

  “Great, guess this is how it’s going down,” I mumble to myself. I shouldn’t have expected anything different. They’re always together, and this is Thanksgiving. I was hoping for a moment alone with DC.

  Mary squeezes my hand again, and I take a deep breath. “We got married.”

  “Pay up, Saint. You owe me fifty bucks.” I turn to see my mom holding out her hand and my dad slapping some cash into it.

  Mama C has her hands over her mouth, and I start to see tears run down her face. Oh shit. That means Mary is about to start crying. I look beside me, and she’s doing the same damn thing. Hand over her mouth and tears rolling down her cheeks. Finally, my eyes land on Carter.

  “So you two just ran off and did it without even asking?” His voice is deep, but his tone gives nothing away.

  “DC, I love you like a father. But Mary has always been the other side of my soul. It didn’t matter if we asked or not. The outcome would’ve been the same. Everyone knew this was coming.”

  I wrap my arm around Mary, and she leans into me. Carter looks between us, and I see his hands clench into fists. Mama C walks over to him and pats him on the chest. He melts a little at her touch, and I see softness in his eyes as he looks at her. They exchange silent words, and then she turns to us.

  “We’ve been waiting for this day for a long time. I think we had just hoped to have been a part of it. I guess this means you’ll just have two weddings.” She gives us a big smile and walks over to us with open arms. She’s a little woman, but her arms reach around us and squeeze us tight.

  Suddenly, I feel a second set of arms come around from behind us, and I know it’s my mom.

  “Oh, Lays, we get to plan the whole thing! I can’t wait! Our babies are getting married!”

  Mary laughs with them, and I look over at Carter. If I’m not mistaken, his eyes look a little watery. After the moms release us, I step in front of him and hold out my hand. I leave it hanging there for just a second until he knocks it away and pulls me in for a hug.

  “You know it’s not you. She’s just my baby,” he says while hugging me.

  “I know. And you know she’s the most important thing to me and that I’ll always take care of her.”

  I feel him nod against me as we let go. He holds my shoulders and gives me a nod, then moves past me to hug his daughter.

  Instantly, I’m being engulfed in a bear hug, and I can’t help laughing. My dad has his arms around me and kisses me on the cheek. He’s always been unafraid to be a dork with us, so he does it every opportunity he gets.

  Leaning in close, he whispers in my ear. “Good job, Tony. I’m proud of you.” I smile at his words, happy to know that he thinks I did the right thing.

  “Can we eat now? I’m starving.”

  We all laugh at my mom’s statement. She never stops talking about food.

  Chapter Nine

  Mary

  I thought everything was fine. It was all going so easy until my new mother-in-law decided she wanted to poke. Something she’s very good at. Probably why Anthony is so laid-back like his father. They’re used to handling Jeanette, or just sitting back and letting her burn stuff down.

  “You pregnant?” she asks, making what was just a very loud table with almost the entire family around it go silent. Instantly, all eyes are on us. All the women seem excited about the idea. We’d be the first to have a baby out of all of the kids. One of Anthony's sisters is married, but they haven't had any kids yet, and all my brothers are still single. I think.

  “I…I…” I stutter over my words, my eyes darting back and forth between my mom and dad. My mom looks like she might burst with excitement, but my dad’s face is back to being hard

  again.

  “It’s a yes or no question,” my dad says with an angry edge to his voice.

  “Don’t talk to my wife in that tone,” Anthony fires back, but he remains relaxed in his chair, one hand on my back rubbing small circles.

  I expect my dad to come out of his chair and across the table, but I see him fight a smirk.

  “Both of you shut up and let her speak!” My mom slaps my dad on the chest, making him rub the spot. It’s like he thinks we got married but still aren't sleeping together. He’s lucky I was with a guy who held out. I’m sure if it had been anyone else but Anthony, they would’ve taken what I’d been offering in a heartbeat and not made me wait.

  “Well?” My mom’s sitting on the edge of her chair like she’s about to shoot out of it.

  “We don’t know yet. I guess I could be.”

  “I fucking hope so,” Anthony says, following my words.

  His words make my mom shoot up and squeal, “We have to get everything planned for the wedding now!”

  My dad grabs her by the waist, pulling her into his lap. “Settle down and finish your dinner, Cherry. You worked so hard making it.”

  “Who cares about dinner? We have weddings and babies and so much to do!” She wiggles around on my dad’s lap, trying to get free, but he just tightens his hold.

  “Cherry, if you don’t stop wiggling on my lap like that, I’m going to take you upstairs and work some of this excitement out of you.”

  My mom blushes, turning to wrap her hand around my dad’s neck.

  “I’m out!” One of my brothers stands up, leaving the dining room table. Most everyone follows after that, because we all know my mom and dad are about to go into can’t-keep-their-hands-off-each-other mode. As much as I think it’s cute and hope I still have that after being married for over twenty-five years, I don’t want to see it.

  Anthony and I follow suit, thinking about trying to slip out unnoticed and wanting to spend the weekend with just the two of us before I have to go back to classes. I’m more than happy spending our honeymoon in our bed at home. We’d be spending it in a bed if we were anywhere else in the world, so to me it doesn’t matter where that bed is.

  “I need a word,” Saint says, stopping us at the door.

  “Can this wait, Dad? I really just want to get home and enjoy my wife before the moms start beating us down with wedding magazines and baby shower ideas.”

  “Viktor Kozar.” Saint says the name, ignoring Anthony’s words. A serious look crosses his normally relaxed face, and it makes me grab Anthony’s arm.

  I hear him take in a deep breath. “I knew the last name Kozar sounded familiar. I just couldn’t place it. Is he related to Nika Kozar?”

  “She’s his daughter.”

  “Fucking shit. You’re kidding me.” Both Saint and Anthony rub their hands through their hair in an eerily similar way. It’s what they both do when something is bothering them.

  “Who’s Viktor Kozar?” I ask, not understanding the problem.

  “Someone you don’t fuck with, that’s who.”

  “Dad, I know you helped him all those years ago. Let’s just sit down and talk to him. I’m sure his daughter is fine. She’s with Sam.”

  “With Sam?” Saint’s eyebrows rise like he can’t believe what Anthony is saying.

  “The girl Sam’s ‘holding’ is Viktor Kozar’s daughter?” I make air quotes around ‘holding�
� because I’m still not sure what Sam’s doing with her. Hell, I don’t even think he knows what he’s doing with her.

  A look of shock crosses Saint’s face.

  “Did you say Sam is holding Viktor’s daughter?” Jeanette’s shocked voice chimes in as she comes to stand next to Saint.

  “Against her will.” A feminine voice with a slight Russian accent has us all turning to the front door. Sam is standing there with a beautiful girl, and the girl yanks at her hand, showing she’s cuffed to him.

  “Kitten, knock that off or you’re going to bruise your wrist.”

  “Stop calling me that, you zalupa.”

  “Fine, I’ll going back to calling you ‘wife.’”

  She lets out a strings or words I don’t understand, and we all look on in shock.

  “Congratulations, Samuel. You just married the daughter of one of the best hitmen to ever come out of Russia.” Saint says this with a cold bite to his words, one I don’t think I’ve ever heard him use before.

  “Retired,” Nika chimes in, like Saint saying her father was a hitman was no big deal. “But if you let me go, he’ll never have to know I was ever here.”

  “No,” both Saint and Sam say at the same time.

  “He’s probably already here.”

  Chapter Ten

  Anthony

  “And on that happy note, we’re out of here.” I grab Mary's hand and pull her out the front door.

  “Wait, Tony. I wanted to talk about the baby!” I hear my mom yelling as we leave, but they’ve got bigger problems. If Viktor is on his way, then I want Mary as far away from them as possible. I have no doubts that between my dad, DC and Samuel they can handle the problem.

  Pulling Mary behind me, we get in the truck and head back to the apartment. Once we get back home, I take her hand and lead her back to our bedroom.