Ex-Rated Attraction

by K. Webster

I clear my throat and gesture at her father. “Your dad is here too.”

  She smiles at him. “Hi, Daddy.”

  He takes her hand and kisses it. I’m dying to grab her other hand but I don’t want to fight with her father. I can’t let him find out like this. It was our plan to ease him into it one night over dinner and drinks. Not like this.

  The nurse leaves and a moment later a doctor wearing a white lab coat strolls in. The guy is young and wears a cocky smirk. His name tag reads Dr. Allen. Something about him rubs me the wrong way.

  “I have good and bad news,” he greets with a smile. “Which would you like first?”

  “Bad news,” Max and I growl at the same time.

  Unaffected, Dr. Allen sits on the end of the bed and pats Olivia’s foot. I want to rip his hand right from his body.

  “Little Miss Track Star here was extremely dehydrated. She mentioned she had an all-day meet yesterday. Poor girl was in a near emergent state but we fixed her right up and got an IV going. This time tomorrow, after a full day of fluids, she’ll be back to normal.”

  Max exhales heavily. “So she doesn’t have cancer?”

  “Is she going to be okay?” I demand.

  Dr. Allen smirks again and I decide right then I hate this cocky little shit. “You,” he points to Max, “must be the father.” Then he points at me. “And you must be the boyfriend.”

  This time when Max and I growl, they’re for different reasons. He’s shooting me a death stare.

  “Well, the good news is,” Dr. Allen says as he playfully punches my arm. “The baby is fine. At just over eight weeks, the fetus is extremely resilient to physiological changes in the mother.”

  I glance over at Olivia. She must already know because her bottom lip trembles and her teary eyes plead with mine. Please don’t be mad. I can see it written all over her pretty face.

  Mad?

  Something that equates to fierce male pride thunders in my chest. It means I get to keep her. Forever.

  “What?” Max hisses, dragging me back to reality. “Come again?”

  Dr. Allen stands and holds his hands up in a defensive gesture. “You didn’t know. Ahhh. Sorry about that one, Miss Rowe. I assumed...”

  She frowns, nervousness causing her hand to tremble as she reaches for her father. “Daddy—”

  Max rises to his feet, chest heaving. “You.” He points at me as he bares his teeth.

  “Sir,” I start before he cuts me off.

  “Don’t you sir me. Who do you think you are touching my daughter—”

  “Daddy!” Olivia cries out, the beeping on the machine she’s attached to going wild. “I love him.”

  Max tears his murderous glare from me. His features soften as he stares as her sadly. “Oh, sweetheart. What have you done?”

  Olivia, ever the brave girl, reaches for me. I go to her. How could I not? I lace my fingers together with hers and I ignore the hiss from her father.

  “I love her too,” I say, my tone fierce. “I’m going to take care of her and our baby.”

  Max trembles with rage. “You motherfuck—”

  “Okay, boys,” Dr. Allen grumbles. “That’s enough. Don’t make me call security. Miss Rowe is going to need both of you. If you get kicked out, then she’ll have no one.”

  Both Max and I sober up.

  “Sir,” I bite out, my gaze meeting his furious one. “I. Will. Take. Care. Of. Her.”

  His jaw clenches.

  “Daddy,” Oliva murmurs, reaching for her father. “I’m sorry I was careless and got pregnant because that upsets you. But I’m not sorry for being with Miles. He’s been good to me from the start. He loves me.”

  Max scrubs at his face. “Sweetheart, this isn’t how I wanted your story to go. You had potential for college and a future.”

  She squeezes my hand but speaks softly to him. “This is my story and it goes the way I want it to go. I’m happy. That should account for something.”

  His expression is pained. “That accounts for everything.”

  “Then let me be happy,” she whispers.

  Three months later...

  “What about Ana?”

  Olivia’s eyes widen and tears shimmer in them. “After my mother?”

  I grin and palm her still-small belly. We found out today we were having a girl. I’ve been ecstatic as fuck. “I like Anastasia.”

  “It’s beautiful.” She beams at me. “Ana. I love it.”

  I lean forward and kiss her bare belly. When we hear voices downstairs though, she slides her shirt back down to cover herself. Seconds later it sounds like a herd of elephants running up the stairs.

  Caleb and Jake.

  They invade us like a couple of babbling monkeys. I love the excitement that lights up Caleb’s face. He’s thrilled to be an older brother. As he chatters with Olivia about the appointment today, I lie back on the bed and smile. Pride fills my chest. This is my family. Well, Jake doesn’t count, but he’s goofy and loves hard so I suppose he fits in with the rest of us. He’s good to my son which is all that matters.

  “Right, Dad?” Caleb asks.

  I lift a brow. “Hmmm?”

  “She won’t be allowed to date until she’s forty.” His voice is fierce and protective. It makes me wonder when my boy turned into a man.

  “Damn right.”

  Olivia laughs. “Now you know how my dad feels.”

  My stomach bottoms out. I’m still not kosher with her father but at least we’re speaking. He even went to the appointment with us to find out the sex. I caught him grinning when Olivia gave him the #1 Grandpa hat. He wore it with pride out of the hospital and strutted all the way to his beamer looking young as fuck and not even close to grandpa material.

  “You’re different,” I argue.

  Jake laughs and I flip him off.

  “I’m sure she’ll say the same thing,” Olivia challenges with an arched brow.

  “On that note, we’re leaving,” Caleb says with a laugh as he and Jake bolt. They know that when Olivia and I play fight, it ends up with me carrying her up to my room like a caveman and keeping her pinned to the bed until morning.

  Our room.

  Our bed.

  It’s surreal that she’s moved in with me. I smile every time I see something new of hers taking up what used to be my lonesome space. Olivia fills the holes with light and love and joy.

  “She’s never leaving,” I utter again, my sharp gaze trained on her as I start tugging at her shirt. She giggles when I toss away the garment and press kisses along her stomach.

  “What if she says she’ll run away,” she asks.

  “I’ll convert the cell room into her bedroom.”

  She snorts and slaps at my head. Pregnant or not, my woman still loves to get kinky and use the special rooms so I know she won’t allow that to happen. “You will not.”

  I smirk as I peel off her shorts and panties. Our argument continues until I’m sliding my cock inside her tight channel. She’s hot and throbbing and mine.

  “I love you,” she breathes as I thrust hard into her. “So much.”

  I nip at her lips, enjoying how sweet she always tastes. “I love you too, damsel.”

  Her gaze darkens as her fingernails dig into my shoulders. “I’m ready to get fucked hard, villain.”

  Snagging her wrists, I pin them roughly to the bed and nearly come when her pussy clenches hard in response. “All you had to do was say so. You sure you can handle it?”

  Her brow lifts and fuck is she ever sexy. “You sure you can handle it?”

  “Absofuckinglutely.”

  Epilogue

  Olivia

  When I first saw Miles Reynolds, it was an instant spark.

  A crackle of connection.

  Two souls that accidentally linked wh
en they weren’t supposed to.

  The romantic in me calls that love at first sight. It’d only ever happened once in my life. Something special and unique.

  Until it happened again.

  I press a kiss to Ana’s soft forehead and stare deeply into her green eyes that exactly match mine. I’m obsessed. Can’t stop staring at our beautiful girl.

  “You’re lucky,” Sophia says from the other end of the sofa.

  I tear my gaze from my newborn daughter and glance up at my sister. Ever since the accident last year, she’s been different. Soph isn’t playful and happy. She doesn’t tell funny jokes or silly stories. She simply broods. And sometimes, her eyes cloud over and it doesn’t seem like she’s even with us. Despite going through physical therapists every few months, she continues to walk with a slight limp and softball is out of the question. I don’t think she’s interested in college or anything.

  “You’ll find someone. I thought you liked that guy Brody from school,” I say, flashing her a smile.

  Her lips don’t twitch and her eyes seem to glaze over. “He’ll graduate and go off to some fancy college. I’ll still be stuck here.”

  “Daddy will send you to whichever college you want.”

  I know this, because despite everything that happened with Miles and I, he still insists on me getting my education. Getting scholarships for softball for Soph would have been a bonus, but Daddy always planned to pay for her if that fell through.

  She opens her mouth to respond when Miles and Drew waltz in from the back patio where they’ve been getting the grill started. Miles struts over to me looking handsome as ever. His white T-shirt molds to his sculpted chest making him a lot more tempting to taste than the steaks he’s planned to cook. When he nears, I reach for him. He takes my hand with the heavy diamond sitting on my finger that states I belong to him until death do us part, and kisses it.

  “How’s my angel?”

  “I’m fine,” I tease.

  He grins and bends over to kiss our baby on the forehead. “You’re no angel.”

  Thoughts of the night before flood through me, causing heat to rush to my core. I haven’t been released from the doctor yet to have sex but that didn’t stop Miles from licking on my clit until I screamed so hard I woke Ana.

  “How’s Stephanie doing?” Drew asks my sister.

  She gives him a fake smile before dropping it altogether. “I’m sure she’ll drop me soon.”

  We all frown. Sophia goes through more physical therapists than anyone. Her anger has made her an impossible patient. Even though Drew’s practice is a large one with many physical therapists, Sophia has bounced through all of them. Daddy and I’d hoped Stephanie could help her.

  “Why?” Drew demands, his hands on his hips. “Did you call her names too?”

  My sister has the sense to look embarrassed. “Her tough love approach is just as annoying as Tabitha’s soft love approach.”

  Drew shakes his head in irritation. “They’re only trying to help. You’re being uncooperative. And if you keep it up, you’ll have that limp forever. Is that what you want? Don’t be a fucking crybaby.”

  Sophia hisses. “Whatever, ass. Maybe you just hire shitty people who don’t know how to do their jobs!” Slowly, and with rage radiating from her, she rises from the couch and hobbles from the room.

  “She’s been through every single therapist I have,” he grumbles.

  Miles sits beside me and hugs me to his side. “Maybe you could stop playing boss for five minutes and help her. You’re good at what you do.”

  The thought of my sister and Drew fighting three times a week makes me cringe. They get into a heated argument every time they see each other. He calls her a crybaby and she calls him an ass before one of them storms out.

  Every. Single. Time.

  “Drew,” Miles starts but his best friend waves him off.

  “I have a new therapist starting Monday. Maybe James can help her,” he snaps before storming into the kitchen to get the steaks to put on the grill.

  Once he’s back outside, I turn to look at my handsome husband. My father still hates him, I think, but when Miles made an honest woman out of me, Daddy’s anger lessened. He even married us in his office. It was special and ours.

  “Caleb called earlier,” Miles says as he takes Ana into his arms. I melt every time at seeing the tiny little thing held so carefully in his strong arms. “He said his economics class is killing him. Mostly he wanted to know how school was going for you.”

  I like the online college courses so they seem easy to me. “I have all As so far.”

  “Of course you do,” he says with a crooked grin that has my panties melting. “I told him as much too.”

  I laugh and shake my head. “Braggart.”

  He shrugs. “It’ll make him work harder. Kid loves a challenge.”

  “Like his dad,” I say with a smile.

  “Believe it or not, damsel, you were pretty easy to conquer.”

  Snorting, I playfully swat at his shoulder before curling up against his warm side. “Oh, villain,” I say with a sigh. “I’m the one who conquered you.”

  “Seems I have the story wrong then,” he teases, leaning forward to kiss me.

  I brush my lips against his. “As long as Ana knows our story was one of love and passion, I don’t think it matters who conquered who or who saved who. All that matters is that we found each other in the end.”

  “You may have conquered my heart,” he mutters. “But next week when the doctor clears you, I’m going to conquer your body over and over again.”

  “So romantic,” I tease with a grin. “It doesn’t count if you save the damsel from her distress if you caused the distress in the first place.”

  His chocolate eyes flicker with darkness and heat. “Nothing about the way I own your pussy will be distressing,” he assures me with a feral growl. “Nothing.”

  “My hero,” I say with a giggle.

  He brushes a strand of hair away from my eyes and devours me with a fierce, possessive stare I’ve come to love so much. “I’m your motherfucking villain, baby.”

  “Even better.”

  * * * * *

  Acknowledgments

  A gigantic thanks to Carina Press and their awesome team for taking a chance on my books and me. It’s been such a joy and honor working with you all!

  Thank you to my husband...you’re always an inspiration and I love you so much!

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  About the Author

  K Webster is the USA TODAY bestselling author of over fifty books in many different genres including contemporary romance, historical romance, romantic comedy, paranormal romance, dark romance, and erotic romance. When not spending time with her supportive husband and two adorable children, she’s active on social media connecting with her readers.

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