“What did you mean by…?”
Greyson pushed the close door button.
Well, Dimitri would be busy with Poppy, Heath was going to be dealing with that, and he could focus on his wife.
And that was how you kept the chicks in the henhouse while the rooster wooed the main hen.
Creative distraction.
Upstairs, as he was unlocking the door, Chris was right there as he opened it. He was wearing his workout gear, and he was on his way out.
“Where’s Emma?”
“She’s on the couch. She’s been working all day. Make her shut it down. I’m worried about her. She’s stressing something. Keep her mind off of it.”
Oh, well, so much for talking shop.
Stress plus pregnancy did not make him happy. It looked like he was going to lay off the job tonight.
“I will. Did you guys come up with anything?”
He brought him up to speed.
“Curtis is running the dark web to see if there are any more hits out on Poppy. Emma is running the guy who works with Riley, and I’m still trying to tie the three women together, other than by the same madam.”
“And?”
“I can’t. That’s the ONLY link. I need to work out and think about it for a while. Maybe something will pop.”
He got it.
When he was troubled, he ran.
“Oh, and…?”
Greyson waited.
“If you’re going to be gross and fornicate in the open, make sure you hang that tie on the knob.”
He lifted a brow.
“Yeah, or you could move out.”
He patted him on the back and headed out, but left him with a parting thought.
“And you could become God and rule the world.”
Greyson laughed and locked the door.
That would be a nightmare. He’d already inherited this hellhole.
He didn’t need a bigger one.
In the foyer, he found Poppy gathering up some of her things, so he tossed the roses into the closet so she wouldn’t see them. He didn’t want to ruin the surprise for her when she got downstairs.
“How were things?” he asked, noticing that she looked a million times less stressed. That was good for her, but he was still worried about Emma.
“They are good. Thanks for letting me hang out with your wife. She’s very…cathartic.”
He was aware.
That was exactly what he needed.
“You’re welcome. We love having you around, Poppy,” he said, not even kidding. Dimitri was calm again, and that was a damn good thing.
“I love that pool.”
“Yeah, we hear that a lot,” he said, “Dimitri is waiting for you downstairs.”
She smiled.
It was genuine.
“I missed him.”
Greyson stopped her.
“He loves you so much. Be gentle with his heart. Let him help you heal. He’s a good soul, and he deserves a special woman like you.”
Her eyes filled with tears.
“Thank you so much for that,” she said. “I don’t know why he picked me or stuck with me through this, but I do know that I’m the lucky one. I won’t hurt him. I promised, and I keep them. I plan on sticking.”
He was glad.
“See you tomorrow. Come keep Emma company.”
She would.
Maybe not working wasn’t so bad after all. She could at least feel safe. This place gave her that.
Poppy was grateful.
Before he could find his wife, Delilah appeared.
“Your hubby…”
“I know, he texted,” she said, giving him a kiss and escaping out the door for some newlywed sex.
When she was gone, he grabbed the roses, and carried them into his wife. When he saw her, his heart skipped in his chest. She was on the couch, and he’d never seen a more beautiful sight in his life.
She was lovely.
Her red hair was down, she was swollen with a baby, and he couldn’t have felt manlier than he did right then.
HE.
DID.
THAT.
Yeah, some caveman was coming out, that was for sure, and he didn’t care.
“Hey, gorgeous.”
She looked over and saw the flowers.
“Oh, someone is going to get a big ol’ welcome home blowjob for bringing me a present.”
He giggled like a schoolgirl.
“ME! ME! ME!”
He hopped the couch and landed right next to her. When he did, Greyson pulled her into his body.
In his head, he was dying to ask her for help on this case. In his heart, he knew he couldn’t.
It was time to disconnect from work.
For her.
“Someone smells tasty. You smell like cupcakes.”
She laughed.
“Do I?” she asked, grabbing the bottle of lotion beside her. “My skin was dry.”
It was vanilla scented.
“You’re good enough to eat.”
Yeah, Emma wasn’t going there. She was pretty sure she was in the beginning stages of labor. If she continued tomorrow, she’d have to tell him.
But now…
What was head among lovers?
She had promised him.
“How much did you miss me?” she asked.
Greyson actually laughed, and then put her hand on his crotch. He was rock-hard and wasn’t thinking about the case anymore. He was peeking down her shirt, and all he saw were big, full breasts.
Yeah, someone needed to get off. He really hoped his wife wasn’t kidding about the welcome home blowjob.
He was really looking forward to it.
But first…
He kissed her.
As his mouth moved against hers, Greyson pulled her into his body so he could cuddle them both. His son was moving around, and the feel of him bumping into him gave Greyson that masculine pride.
Yeah, he’d done this.
When she pulled away, she was breathless.
“Well, well, Mr. Croft.”
He wiggled his eyebrows.
“Want to roll around and have sex?” he asked. “I’ll do all of the glorious work.”
She stopped him.
Well, so much for not telling him.
“Your dick is not going on a cavern spelunking trip,” she said, bursting his bubble.
“Oh?”
“I’m leaking.”
“Leaking what?”
“Amniotic fluid.”
Those two words made his eyes big.
“WHAT?”
He actually looked down at her crotch.
It made Emma laugh.
“I looked it up. It’s a slow trickle, and it’s normal. All it means is my water will break in a couple of days. I just don’t think you should be poking around down there.”
Uh, you think?
“I’m new to this. What does that mean?”
“I think Mac is going to come early,” she said, struggling to get up. “Does he look lower to you?”
He stared at her.
Come to think of it…
“Yeah, he does.”
She thought so.
“He’s going to come early. So, no intercourse.”
Greyson was good with that. Then, his wife sat in his lap and began unbuttoning his shirt.
“Uh, this feels like a prelude to what you just said shouldn’t happen.”
Emma ignored him and left kisses on his neck.
Then bites.
He throbbed beneath her.
“Kitten, it’s not fair to tease, and you know that,” he warned.
Oh, she wasn’t teasing.
“I’m sorry, but I missed you today, Mr. Croft, and I feel the need to be with you.”
Well, if she wanted that…
Emma assaulted his mouth as her husband didn’t even try to stop her. In fact, he held her until she was satiated.
“I love this,” she said, bitin
g his lower lip.
He moaned.
“Sorry, my sexy pirate, but you’re distracting,” she offered, as she did it again.
“Don’t apologize,” he muttered as she undid him with her mouth.
Really.
No man ever wanted a woman to say sorry for putting their mouth all over them.
Never.
The blood was draining lower, and honestly, he couldn’t think. A part of him was telling him to tuck her into bed, and the rest of him was saying blowjob.
Sue him.
He was a man.
Before he knew it, Emma had shifted, and her hands were now working on his belt and fly.
Hell, yes!
Her fingers adeptly set him free, and she stroked him. After a long stressful day, dealing with a case that had him tied up in knots, this was perfect.
Greyson moaned.
“I want you, Greyson Croft. You make me insane, and all I can think of is tasting you.”
Oh, he was down with that.
Emma slid off of his lap, and Greyson helped her to her knees. He was about to tell her she didn’t have to do that when she popped open her shirt and revealed her breasts.
Holy shit.
Greyson knew he wanted one thing for being a very good man.
This.
If the universe loved him, his wife would keep her curves, keep those breasts, and let him stare at them all day long.
He was a simple man.
Before, Emma was rail thin, and she’d not had a curve on her. She looked athletic, but now…
She looked womanly.
It was the sexiest thing in the world.
Pregnancy looked good on her.
“Now, for the next portion of tonight’s show, someone is going to cum.”
He raised his hand.
Emma didn’t laugh. Instead, perched between his knees, she licked him.
Greyson shook.
He couldn’t think.
It had been a long time since he’d seen this visual. Oral sex always got him hot and bothered. Greyson loved the visual of Emma on her knees.
It nearly made him cum.
He dropped his head back and stared at the ceiling.
Someone was in for one hell of a welcome home. He could tell.
Emma stroked him.
“Mr. Croft, you’re rock-hard. What do you want?” she purred, trying to heat him up even more.
“I want your mouth on my dick, Emma. I want you to suck me dry.”
She smiled.
“Ask and you shall receive, Mr. Croft.”
And she gave him all she had.
Greyson actually had to close his eyes and beg for mercy from his wife’s oral assault.
Someone had been saving this one up.
That was for sure.
She rocked his world.
Greyson was pretty sure that when he watched his erection slide into the wet warmth of her mouth, there was nothing in the world this woman couldn’t ask for and he wouldn’t give her.
A pony?
An island?
Hell!
A kingdom?
Nothing.
At this point, he couldn’t even breathe. That was a sure sign that his wife was going to make him suffer.
When she began touching his balls, Greyson braced for one hell of an orgasm.
Emma was going to make him work for it.
As she stroked him with mouth and tongue, he tried to focus on anything but the way her hand and mouth were working his dick.
It wasn’t easy.
He’d gone from sex once or twice a day to once or twice a week toward the end. The one thing that he didn’t deny was that she made it worth it.
Her hands wandered.
Stroking.
Cupping.
Teasing.
“Emma, you’re wicked. You should be ashamed of yourself,” he muttered.
She scrapped his erection with her teeth, and he actually whimpered and begged.
“I want to cum,” he muttered.
Oh, she was aware.
Behind every strong man, there was a stronger woman, and she would give this man anything.
She loved him so much.
When she slid him out of her mouth, he finally opened his eyes.
“Do you want to cum, or do you want to suffer?” she asked, teasing him when her hand touched her breast.
Oh, this was a hard one.
He knew she looked tired.
He knew he was horny as hell.
“Fast. I want to carry my wife to bed, make us some sandwiches, and cuddle until we fall asleep,” he stated.
She was good with that.
Emma’s head went back into his lap, and she worked him like a hooker trying to make a quota.
It was hard.
It was brutal.
It was perfect.
All the stress ebbed away, and all he thought about was the wild woman blowing him.
She drove him up, to the peak, and then he teetered.
“Make me cum, Emma! Christ! Drain me dry!”
She did.
When she stroked him, sucked his erection down her throat, and squeezed his balls, Greyson couldn’t hold out.
He came and came hard.
He exploded down her throat, his guttural moan filling the room. Emma slid him out of her mouth and smiled up at him.
He didn’t even open his eyes.
He just knew.
“Someone is pretty proud of herself,” he stated, huskily. “You’re a very bad kitten.”
“Meow.”
He laughed.
When he opened his eyes, she was staring up at him from her knees with such love and adoration. Greyson didn’t know how he found this kind of love, or why he was blessed, but he’d be grateful for his whole life.
She was his everything.
His heart skipped.
“I will never understand why I was the one you chose, Emma Croft, but I will promise to cherish that day where you let me make you mine.”
She knew why.
“You were so handsome,” she admitted. “I knew one day, we’d have a child.”
He listened.
“He’s going to be so proud of you, Greyson Thaddeus Croft. You are a good man, and Maximillian Atticus Christopher Croft is going to be just like you.”
He could only hope.
“I can’t wait to see him born,” he admitted. “You are going to be an amazing mother.”
She hoped.
“We’ve got this.”
They did.
But for now, he needed to take care of her.
“Hungry?” he asked, knowing he was so overwhelmed with emotion that he felt the tears if he kept talking about his son.
“Starving. Can we have ice cream?” she asked.
He laughed.
“This is my dream night. I got a blowjob, and I’m going to eat ice cream. This may never happen again,” he stated, scooping her up so he could carry her to their bedroom.
“I can eat…”
He stopped her.
“My perfect night includes us eating in bed.”
She didn’t stop him.
When he helped her onto the bed and helped her into her pajamas, she swore she’d never love anyone more than this man.
“I love you, Greyson.”
He smiled.
“Oh, Emma, I’d die without you. You’re my all. I love you, too, honey.”
She watched him walk away, and she cuddled down in bed, her hand rubbing her belly.
“You have to stay in there a couple more weeks, Mac. Listen to your mother. You aren’t ready yet.”
He kicked her.
“Just like your father. You think you’re always right.”
Emma knew the truth.
There was no way he was staying in there much longer.
No way at all.
* * * G R E Y S O N C R O F T * * *
He watched her arrive at the motel, and he rubbed
his hands together in anticipation. Greyson Croft had made him so angry, that he had to do this.
He had to have one more.
That’s what he kept telling himself. After each one, he swore he’d stop, but he couldn’t help himself.
They were soft.
They were pretty.
They let him be a man.
Then, when he was done, he killed them because he didn’t want to share. He wanted them all to himself. Sometimes, he could hold out. Sometimes, he was able to let them walk away.
Others…he couldn’t.
Now was one of those times. It wasn’t because he feared someone else would take her, no, but that he’d get caught.
He couldn’t get caught.
He’d been so careful.
He’d hidden it so well.
No one saw his face…well, no one but the girls, and he had been careful only to use the same ones over and over. That way, he could end them—if need be, and his secret was safe.
Vegas was full of them, and he was going to make sure it stayed that way.
As he flashed the lights of his Lincoln, she headed his way. Once inside, she smiled at him.
“Ready for some fun?” she asked.
He handed her an envelope of money.
“I am. I don’t usually pick my dates like this, but you’re special. Margot said you were.”
“Am I?”
“Yes, you are.”
Why?
Because he was angry and needed a way to vent. She would be that way. When he got her back to his lovely home, he’d have his fun. It was going to take a lot to get it out of his system.
He had Croft on the brain.
“Okay, pretty girl, let’s get this done.”
As he pulled away, all he could think about was how much he wanted to hurt someone.
And how Greyson Croft was going to pay.
* * * G R E Y S O N C R O F T * * *
Sky Villa
One Hour Later
The entire time he was working out, Chris was thinking about what Greyson had said as he was heading to the gym.
He could move out.
That kept playing over and over in his head, making him insane. All he focused on was that the man, as of late, was acting like Chris was useless to the team.
With each step on the treadmill, he felt like he was getting more and more paranoid.
They had Nikita on the team now, and that meant he really wasn’t needed. Chris felt like something bad was coming, and with each mile he logged on the treadmill, he began wondering if it would be him being kicked out of the family.
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