by Violet Paige
I pushed my fingers between her legs. “A bunch of kids can wait for me to get to camp. I need to make sure my wife has what she needs before I go.”
“Oh God.” She fisted the pillows.
Pregnant Alexa could come at the flick of her clit. It was fucking amazing. She’d had more orgasms since she was pregnant than I knew was possible. And her tits were unbelievable. All of her. Her body was creating and growing my child. If she needed some morning attention, I could deliver that to her.
Her knees fell to the side and I smiled. She gave me her full pussy. All of it, to touch and rub. Soak in her juices. Fuck. I was hard.
She panted as the orgasm began to crest. I watched her nipples turn to hard peaks. Her clit throbbed. Her eyes sparkled.
I licked my fingers, groaning. “Fuck, baby.”
She nodded. “Yes, please.”
I chuckled as I climbed on top of her, careful of her belly and slid my cock inside her. I fucked her with gentle strokes. Pushing until she gasped and then pulling out until she cried for more.
I never thought I was the kind of man who could fuck one woman for the rest of his life. I never thought I wanted to be a father. I didn’t think I could do any of those things until I met Alexa. And now I was both. A husband and a father.
I was the kind of man who protected his wife. Who did what he had to do for his family.
“Oh yes,” she rocked her hips into me. I grinned, watching her pleasure. She was about to come again. Fucking epic.
Sometimes I thought about where my life was a year ago. I was angry. I was pissed at life. Drinking my way through practices. Fighting with my coach. Ignoring my teammates. I didn’t give a shit about anyone but myself.
And now my whole life was in my arms. Everything I wanted was this woman. This goddess. The temptress who lured me to love.
My fingers curled through hers, tangling our hands together as I felt my release begin to seize me. I bit at her lips, sucking and kissing them while I came deep inside her. She whimpered with satisfaction, gripping my cock with one squeeze after another until the pulsing subsided for both of us.
I looked in her eyes. “Good morning.”
She laughed. “Good morning.”
Alexa
Five months pregnant. I looked down at my belly and rubbed my hand over it protectively. I was having a boy. A cute little rambunctious boy that was probably going to be more like his Daddy than his Mommy. Hopefully, he could sing better than his father though.
I laughed and took a sip of tea.
Luke walked up behind me and kissed me on the neck.
“I’m going to be late to camp.”
“I tried to tell you.”
He had showered after our morning in bed. But I felt amazing. Pregnancy sex was incredible. I loved it more than any other kind of sex we had had. Having Luke’s baby had changed everything for us.
I was going to be a mother. And I was a wife. I looked at the big rock on my left hand. There was no question who I belonged to. Luke would have tattooed his name on my back if I would let him.
“I’ll be back by dinner I guess.” He filled a travel mug with coffee.
“Ok. I’m going over the new cuts for the album today.”
“That’s today? Shit.”
“It’s fine. I’ve got it.”
I had moved my headquarters to Austin. Nashville wasn’t the right fit for me anymore. Once the Mandy Brown story had broken, I had never fit in the way I had before. America’s sweetheart had crashed and burned in front of everyone.
But I still had fans, and I could still make music. Austin seemed more accepting of what I wanted to say. I moved and never looked back.
When I found out I was pregnant I had just thrown up Thanksgiving dinner. Luke and I looked at each and we knew immediately it had nothing to do with turkey and everything to do with our future.
That day I had told him the truth. The day he promised to give me a baby—was the day it had happened. I think he was upset we didn’t get to practice more, but I loved the pregnancy sex. Even when I had morning sickness it was the one thing that made me forget how terrible I felt.
But I was past all of that now. I felt healthy and strong. I had music I loved. A husband I loved even more and a baby that was going to be spoiled to death.
“I don’t want you to overdo it.” Luke looked worried.
“I’m going to listen to music. Can’t possibly overdo it.” It was cute that he wanted to watch over me. “Helena will be there too so you can text or call her.”
“Good. I’m glad she finally moved down here so I’m not the only one keeping you in line.” He pinched my ass playfully.
“She does not keep me in line,” I explained.
He leaned down and kissed my belly. “Be good while I’m gone.”
I looked up at him. “You know you’re adorable.”
“I’m not adorable. Save those words for the baby. I am a football player. The Warrior QB.” He scrunched up his face.
“Right,” I teased. “Ok fine. Have fun with the camp kids. Tell Charlie and Linc hello.”
He groaned. “Don’t get me started on them.”
“I think they’re cute together. It was like they were meant for each other or something.”
I was a fan of my brother-in-law and manager seeing each other. My husband hadn’t warmed up to the idea.
He eyed me. I took the warning.
Eventually he would see how they complimented each other. That Charlie had a way of being a softer version of herself when we weren’t at work. Sometimes she and Linc would come over for dinner. I would catch him doing the little things I loved that Luke did. Kissing her neck. Refilling her drinks. Making sure she had a blanket if we were out by the campfire. Linc was always more openly warm and loving than his younger brother, but I knew I had cracked every wall Luke Canton put up.
I had torn them down with a sledgehammer. And we built new walls together. The ones that sealed us inside a world with just the two of us and our baby. I knew when he asked me to marry him the road was going to be harder before it got easier.
Charlie had to work some kind of witchcraft to convince the Warriors to let the fallout from my scandal blow over. But she did it.
The biggest turning point came when she convinced me to do an exclusive one-time interview with Sports Now. A country star had never done anything like that before. Sports fans loved music, sure, but they weren’t my audience.
But her idea was brilliant. The Warrior fans rallied around me when they realized how quickly I had been slaughtered in the Nashville press. It made Luke instantly likeable that he stood by me. Even more that he asked me to marry him.
“Can we have them over for dinner?” I suggested. “And Helena and James?”
“Are we running some kind of match-making business on the side?” he groaned.
I looked at him from the corner of my eye. “It’s family. And friends. And if they all end up hooking up there is nothing we can do about it.” I shrugged my shoulders.
“Fuck,” he growled. “James is going to think I’ve adopted him or some shit.”
“Love you, babe.” I smiled. “I’ll get everything ready. You just show up with beer and your brother.”
“Love you too.” He snaked an arm around my waist.
I inhaled sharply. His eyes raked over my lips and I knew what was coming next. It didn’t matter that we were married. It didn’t matter he had kissed me so many times it wasn’t possible to count. All that mattered was that he stole my breath every time he did it.
His mouth covered mine and I moaned softly as his tongue slipped between my lips, curling with expert flicks.
He eyed me. “If you didn’t invite all these damn people over tonight I could take that kiss a lot further when I got home.”
I pulled his lips back to mine, clinging to his neck, begging for more. The passion rolled between us. The fire stirred under my skin.
“Fuck, Alexa,” he whispered.<
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I looked into his eyes, trying to steady myself. God, he made me spin. He lit every fuse I had.
“Ten minutes?” I asked.
He growled, but I knew exactly how we would spend the next ten minutes. I smiled at him as he lifted me on the kitchen counter.
He would love me until we both drowned in our fever. And when he was done and I let him walk out of my arms, I would stroll to the front window to watch him drive toward the city.
I never would have thought the first time I drove to this ranch in the middle of the night that this would be the place I would raise my family. I thought it was a bachelor pad. The home of an egotistical womanizer. And maybe back then it was. But now it was where Luke and I loved each other.
It was where he whispered dirty things in my ear that made me quiver with want. It was where we stayed up all night and binge-watched TV shows. It was where we decorated the nursery for our baby. And invited our friends to be a part of what we had built together.
It was the place where my husband could make me come one more time on the kitchen counter before he left for work. Where I could tell him I loved him. Where we made our future. The walls were filled with music and football. Sports and art. Love.
I didn’t miss Nashville. I didn’t miss the mansion with the infinity pool, or my five-car garage. This was where I was meant to be. Because every time Luke was home I knew I was with the other half of my heart.
For the next ten minutes everything else would fall away. I would be his and he would be mine.
“You drive me completely crazy, you know that?” His gaze pierced me.
I nodded. “You drive me crazier.” My chest heaved with anticipation.
“Let’s make it fifteen, Mrs. Canton.” The hunger filled his gaze and I knew I had stoked more than I realized.
I bit my bottom lip. I had it so bad for my husband. For Luke Canton. For the man who had turned my life into a perfect country love song.
Naughty Notes
Y’all, Luke and Alexa’s story has been with me for so long I can’t believe I’m actually finished writing their HEA. Handing characters over is not the easiest thing to do. I get used to them. They become a part of my world—I’m not kidding. I wake up wondering how Alexa would handle something. I see something I know would completely piss Luke off and it makes me laugh. This is what happens to writers. We get in deep!
But I have to let them go and give them over to you so you can fall in love just like I did. So many people helped me work through this story and pushed me when I was worried I wouldn’t be able to get it right. Because that’s what matters to me—writing something that makes the readers feel. Something fun and sexy with twists of emotions here and there. And who are we kidding … we want that super hot guy. We want Luke Canton! I’ll let you in on a secret … Texas guys are hot. Beyond hot.
I have to share this memory because it seriously shapes my love for Texas guys. One of my all-time favorite nights when I lived there included this guy I was seeing. He was an artist, loved to two-step, had his share of tattoos, played baseball, loved country music, and was broody as hell. Oh, and the longest most beautiful eyelashes I have ever seen on a guy. He was not doting or super romantic—nothing like that, but one night he led me outside with a huge pile of blankets and spread them out in the backyard. He had a few of those famous Texas beers and we hung out and watched shooting stars and drank beer. It was simple, sweet, and just one of those moments a girl doesn’t forget.
Somewhere in the back of my head I think Luke would do the same thing for Alexa.
Seriously, everyone involved in this book (you know who you are) you rock! Thank you! I couldn’t do it without my family, friends, and the super awesome readers who have supported me this year. Thank you, thank you, thank you!
Don’t Tell
Copyright © 2017 by Violet Paige
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One
Kaitlyn
“Miss, you need to turn off all of your electronic devices.” The flight attendant smiled while she shoved a tightly packed bag into the compartment over my head.
I nodded. “All right.”
I powered down my phone, and tucked it in the pocket of my bag before pushing it under the seat with my feet. The man next to me edged me off the armrest with his elbow. I sighed, realizing the three-hour flight to Houston from Raleigh was going to suck.
This was not how I pictured the start of my vacation. I blamed Branch. “The asshole,” was how I referred to him now and forever.
I ran my fingers through my hair. It was shorter now. Shorter than I had worn it the entire time I was in college.
Ok, I admit it was a little rash to chop my hair into shaggy shoulder-length strands. Maybe I didn’t think through my options as carefully as I should have, but I knew Branch loved my long hair. He would tangle his fingers through it, and beg me to pull it down every time I pulled it in a ponytail. I lashed out at him with something I knew he would notice. I wasn’t going to cry over him. Or beg.
I tugged on the ends now, forcing myself not to regret it. It would grow.
The plane lifted off and I thought about the break up.
“I think we’ve grown apart. We’re not the same people we were when we first started dating,” Branch stated, pressing his lips together.
My suitcase was on the bed. I needed to pull some things together for our trip. I hadn’t packed a single thing, and we were supposed to leave in three days.
He continued, speaking plainly. “I thought it was the right thing to do. You know, tell you now instead of trying to make it through a trip together. It’s time for us to end this.”
“Is there someone else?” It was the only question I could put together. My brain tried to wade through the muck of Branch’s words.
“Not exactly. You know, I just want to keep my options open.”
Options open? I almost laughed in his face.
He leaned over and patted me on the back as if I was one of his fraternity brothers. “You’ll get over this, Kaitlyn. You know we’ve run our course. It couldn’t last forever.” He shrugged his shoulders. “I’ve gotta go. I’m meeting some of the guys back at the house.”
I could have tried to stop him. I could have put up a fight. I could have given him a good reason to stay together. But I couldn’t think of one. Not a single reason the two of us should be together. I let him walk out of my room. It was clear there wasn’t anything left to fight for. I walked straight to my bathroom and picked up the scissors.
“You from Texas?” the armrest hog asked
“Uh. No. Visiting.” I shook the breakup from my mind.
“What part?” He was leaning closer, which I didn’t think was possible with the proximity of our seats. I wished I had paid for an upgrade.
“South Padre.” I wanted to retrieve my phone and pretend I was busy.
He chuckled. “Yep, it’s that time of year. Let me guess… post-graduation vacation?”
I didn’t like that he had guessed it. “Yeah. I’m meeting lots of friends there.” I paused. “And my boyfriend.” I had to force the last word from my mouth. There were no friends on the other end of this trip and certainly no boyfriend, but he didn’t need to know I was suddenly single.
He reached for the in-flight magazine and flipped through the pages. “Well, have a good time. It’s a trip you’ll never forget.” He stopped on an article and his attention shifted away from me.
I didn’t know what I expected from this trip. I’d never taken a vacation by myself. I never wanted to. But I wasn’t going to let Branch and his wishy-washy, keep-his-options-open plan stop me from having this vacation. I deserved it. I had earned it. I had let Branch take the reins for way too long.
Two
Cole
Sometimes I wished I could burn this hellhole down. The whole thing. I pictured it going up in flames. There’d be nothing left but piles of smoldering ash. The frame and some charred pink tiles would be the only recognizable parts of this piece of shit. I could finally fucking walk. I could turn my back on it.
But that’s not the kind of man I was.
I grabbed a cold beer and twisted off the cap. I slammed the office door behind me, walking past the pool that was still battling a green tint.
I chugged the beer.
I walked up the steps to the boardwalk. There was enough wind to make me forget how hot I had been all day.
“Daddy!”
I turned just in time to see Grayson running toward me. His chubby hands outstretched.
“Hey.” I reached down, scooping him up in a hug. “What are you doing here, little man?”
He pointed at a seagull overhead. “Bird.”
“Yeah. That’s a seagull.” I looked around. And then I saw her walking toward us. “Amber.” I tried to hide the bitterness in my voice in front of Grayson.
“Grayson wanted to say hi before we head out of town.” She smiled.
“Out of town?” I placed him on the ground so he could chase the birds on the beach.
“It’s my week with him,” she snapped.
“I know it’s your week, but where are you going?”
I hated this shit. I hated how we argued. I hated that I shared custody of my two-year old son with my ex. I hated that she was unreliable and changed her mind every other damn second.
She shrugged. “It’s getting hot. I thought we might go somewhere we could avoid the sun.”
“This is Texas. That doesn’t exist.”
I watched Grayson face plant on the sand. He hopped up and kept going.
Amber rolled her eyes, brushing her auburn bangs to the side. “I’ll text you. Ok?”