The Boyfriend Diaries: A Romance Box Set Collection

by S. E. Law

  Now it’s my turn to grow suddenly quiet.

  “Did he do that to you? Is there something that I missed?”

  Tears start streaming down her cheeks.

  “No, but I’m asking because I have to know more about the man I’m with. What if I were severely beaten and assaulted? What if I was raped even?” she asks, her voice dying to a whisper.

  Now, I’m really afraid.

  “Honey,” I begin slowly. “When I came in here, your clothes were still on. Your skirt was down when I interrupted his attack, but did I miss something? Did he get to you? Was I too late?”

  She shakes her head, blue eyes brimming.

  “No, you weren’t too late. You were right in time. But I have to know, Blake. Would you still want me even if he did that?”

  I’m speaking before she can even finish the question.

  “I absolutely want you, no matter what happens,” is my fierce reply. “You’re my woman. You belong to me, and coming in here and seeing him defile my property drove me over the edge. He’s lucky that guns are illegal to carry in New York City because I would have blown his head off with a pistol, had I had one on hand. But to answer your question: yes, I want you, sweet girl. It doesn’t matter what he did, or what he didn’t do to you. You are whole, untouched, and pure in my eyes, no matter what.”

  With that, Cindy throws herself into my arms, leaning against my chest while sobbing.

  “Sweetheart, what’s wrong?” I ask with agony in my voice while stroking her back. “Why this train of questioning? Is there something from your past that you’ve never told me?”

  She sniffles and pulls back for a moment.

  “No, everything’s okay. I just had to know more about the man I love because Blake … I’m pregnant. You’re going to be a daddy, so your values are of utmost importance to me. How would I feel if my baby’s father rejected me because of an assault? What would I do, if suddenly I was unclean and impure in your eyes?”

  I stare at her fiercely.

  “You’re having my child?” is my growl.

  “Yes,” she replies with a teary smile. “I’m about ten weeks along. You’re going to be a daddy soon, Blake.”

  I crush her to my huge form, but then immediately lighten my hold.

  “I’m sorry, honey. I didn’t mean to hold you so fiercely because I don’t want to hurt the baby. But are you serious? I’m going to be a father?”

  To my surprise, there are tears in my eyes and suddenly, I’m the one with wet streaks running down to my chin. Cindy smiles gently and wipes my cheek with her soft palm.

  “Yes, Blake. You’re going to be a father soon, and I’m so proud to be having your child. You’re a good man. You rescued me in the nick of time from a horrific attack, and said that even if I had been defiled, that it wouldn’t matter. You are the man for me, Blake Reynolds, and I love you more than life itself.”

  This seems like the appropriate time to do my own big reveal. Never dropping her eyes, I sink to one knee and reach into my pocket for a velvet jewelry box. Her gasp is immediate and her eyes widen upon seeing the giant diamond solitaire within.

  “Cindy Lane,” I intone. “Will you do me the honor of being my wife? I love you so much, and finding out that you’re pregnant has filled me with more joy than I ever thought I’d experience. Please make a poor bastard happy and say yes.”

  She sniffles a little even as her blue eyes shine with love.

  “Yes, Blake. Yes, I’d love to be your wife. The three of us will be a family, and I’ve never felt so happy before.”

  With that our fate is sealed. I rise to take her left hand between my own, and slip the ring onto her finger. The jewel looks right there, as if has always belonged on Cindy’s hand, and then I lean toward her to press a tender kiss to that perfect pink pout.

  “You were meant for me, Cindy Lane,” I growl. “You’re my woman.”

  She nods with tears in her eyes, one hand reaching up to smooth my rough jaw.

  “Yes, I’m your woman Blake, and I’ve always been your woman. Thank you for being there for me today, and now, forever.”

  We kiss again, and it’s as if everything in the universe shifts into place. Maybe I met this woman on a blind date, courtesy of my niece. Maybe we did a taboo deed in a darkened movie theater, uncaring of whom we shocked. But all’s well that end’s well, and with my fiancée by my side and a baby in her belly, I can’t wait for the next chapter of my life to begin.

  Epilogue

  Cindy

  A year later.

  My gorgeous wife moans long and low as she kneels before me.

  “Just like that, Blake. Ooooh, yes. Right there.”

  I know what she wants because the truth is that I want it too. After Cindy got pregnant, we re-visited our conversation about birth control.

  “Blake,” she said with a merry smile. “I don’t think pulling out is really working. In fact, I think we have hard evidence that it’s not,” she giggled, sliding a hand over her huge mound. Cindy was about seven months gone by then, and growing bigger by the day. But my woman is absolutely gorgeous, and looked even more beautiful with the pregnancy weight.

  “I think you’re right,” I growled, leaning over to press a kiss to her lips. “I didn’t pull out sometimes, and I’m happy I didn’t because now we’re expecting a baby.”

  She shoots me a devilish look.

  “You didn’t pull out most of the time, Blake. I’d say eight out of ten times, you blasted into me full force like a firehose.”

  I laugh, chucking her under the chin.

  “You’re right. But you liked it.”

  She smiles ruefully then.

  “I did, and I’m so happy that you did because our daughter is going to be here soon. Imagine that! We’re going to have a beautiful little girl.”

  I was over the moon with happiness. A little girl who looked just like my wife, with the same golden blonde hair and cornflower blue eyes? It sounded absolutely perfect to me.

  “Good,” I growled. “Because I want more children after this one’s born, so I say we don’t pull out anymore. I say we go bareback with every intention of getting pregnant going forwards. What do you think?”

  But Cindy merely clucked, an amused smile on her face.

  “Yes, but I don’t want to get pregnant right away. I want some downtime for my body to recover so I can get back to a normal shape. Don’t you agree?”

  I stare at her fleshy thighs, huge stomach, and lovely, dimpled knees.

  “To be honest, no. You were beautiful before, but you’re even more beautiful now, Cindy. I adore the extra weight.”

  She throws her head back and laughs merrily.

  “Blake, I’ve put on seventy pounds so far, and I only just started my third trimester. I probably have another twenty pounds to go. I’m a whale!”

  But I leaned forward to kiss her lips.

  “But you’re a beautiful whale, sweetheart, and exactly the kind of woman who lights my fire. Keep the weight on after you give birth, honey. It looks good on you, and to be honest, I don’t care if you never lose it. Say no to Jazzercise, Tae Bo, and Peloton. Eat a lot of ice cream. In fact, if you put on more pounds with our future children, I’ll have something special for you.”

  Her eyes melted and she threw me a lilting smile.

  “You must be the only husband who says that,” she murmured. “You’re so sweet, Blake, and so kind.”

  But I was serious.

  “Think about what I’ve said, honey, because curves are good. This man love curves.”

  My wife giggled again, but at the same time, I wanted to respect her wishes. As a result, after Cindy gave birth we decided to use only her back hole for sexy times. It was a little difficult at first seeing that Cindy had never experienced this type of pleasure before, but soon she was begging for it non-stop.

  That’s why my wife is kneeling before me now, trembling and bucking as bit as I ease my huge rod into that tiny coffee pucker. Her
pleats grip me tight and she pants, her luscious breasts smashed against the coverlet.

  “Oooh, Blake,” she moans again, her eyes closed as she savors that huge snake making its way up her bottom passage. “Mmm, it feels good.”

  “I know, sweetheart. You like it, don’t you? You’re Daddy’s little butt slut now.”

  She merely sighs again, her huge heart-shaped rear-end quivering a bit as my rod breaches her tiny channel.

  “You’re so tight,” I rasp. “So wonderful. I love you so much, Mrs. Reynolds.”

  With that, I begin to move within her. It’s a filthy sight to see because my tool is enormous and she’s very small. Yet as she relaxes, it slides in and out of her easily, as if this woman was built for a man’s deep drill.

  “Mmm,” she moans again, beginning to pant. “Oh yes, oh yes. Oh FUCK! Unnnh!”

  With that, Cindy explodes on my hard rod, her interior muscles pulsing as she squeezes me spasmodically. Unable to withstand her bottom’s insistent grip, I blast into the beyond as well, painting her backside with my virile batter.

  “Unnnh!” is my growly roar. “Fuck fuck fuck!”

  Cindy moans again, her bottom milking me furiously while coaxing every last drop of seed from my balls.

  “Yes, give it to me,” she whines, taking it all into her ivory peach. “This is where it belongs.”

  Finally, our climaxes recede a bit, and I pull out of her. We both roll to our backs, and Cindy reaches over to grasp my hand. My heart’s beating a million miles a minute still, but I smile when she turns to face me.

  “Did you like that?” she asks coyly.

  “Hell yes. I’m never pulling out of you again,” is my fierce growl. “You’re too sweet and precious for that kind of bullshit.”

  She giggles, arranging her curvy body so she’s cuddled against my side.

  “I know you’ll take care of me no matter what happens, the way you always do, Blake. You’re so good to me,” she coos while running a lazy finger over my broad chest.

  “I love you,” I growl while pulling her close once more. “You are the light to my dark, sweetheart. I’d be wandering around like a broken man without you. I’m so grateful that you’ve put your acting career on hold in order to have my children.”

  She smiles lazily at me.

  “It’s no problem, Blake. I love being pregnant and I adore being a mother too. But while we’re on the subject, how did you know I was in danger that fateful afternoon? How did you know that that man was assaulting me?”

  She says “that man” as if she’s just tasted something vile, and I don’t blame her. We don’t speak George Fellows’ name in our house because he’s an absolute dipshit. After he found out that Cindy and I were dating, he sent me a long, blubbering email of apology. It went on and on and on, but I merely skimmed the first paragraph and then deleted it. This guy was toast. He was never going to work in the New York theater scene again. Last I heard, he moved to Utah and became a Mormon while also changing his name. That’s how desperate he was to leave his reputation behind.

  “I know you’re not going to believe this,” I say slowly, “but it was the holiday season then. I don’t believe in Santa Claus per se, but as I was walking down the street that afternoon, I swear one of the window displays at Bloomingdale’s was talking to me. There was a fake Santa arranged in the window with elves around him with presents in their hands, and it looked like his mouth was moving. I didn’t believe it at first. I thought I was going crazy, and literally looked around to see if there was a ventriloquist nearby. But sweetheart, it was the Santa talking to me. Somehow, he was telling me that you were in danger, and so I took off for the rehearsal studio in a run.”

  Cindy stares at me.

  “Are you serious?”

  I nod.

  “Maybe it was temporary schizophrenia. It does happen. But I’m telling you the honest truth now, baby. I think it was Santa, or some magical holiday spirit, telling me that the woman I love was in danger, and I responded to that.”

  “But the voice was right,” she says slowly, looking deep into my eyes. “What are the chances?”

  I nod.

  “Yes, those are my thoughts exactly. What are the chances? Something magical was definitely in the air that day because if I hadn’t come when I had, you would have been hurt a lot worse.”

  Cindy nods, her expression grave.

  “Yes. And you’re right, Blake. I’m not one to question magic in the world, and in fact, I want to do something to honor this gift from Saint Nick. I’m pregnant again, Blake, and this time it’s a boy. Would you be okay with naming him Nicholas, in honor of our patron saint?”

  I pull her curvy form close, letting my big hand skim down to rest against her soft stomach.

  “Are you really pregnant again?” I ask, my voice hoarse. “So soon? I know you wanted to have a little time off between kids.”

  “I did,” she acknowledges before reaching up to press her lips against mine. “But I realized that being the mother to your children is the most important thing to me in life. More than my career as an actress, more than any college degree, more than anything, period. I want this baby, Blake, and I’d love to name him Nicholas.”

  Tears pool in my eyes as I pull the beautiful blonde close once more.

  “Of course we’ll name him Nicholas, sweetheart. He’s our magical baby, and he and our daughter were delivered to us by the holiday spirit.”

  Cindy laughs throatily and snuggles against my broad chest as happiness washes over my frame. This is how life was meant to be: with my wife, my daughter, a son on the way, and the magic of Santa looking over our peaceful little family. How did I get so lucky? I’m not sure, but this holiday baby is the best gift I’ve ever received.

  The End

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  Daddy’s Love Child

  By S.E. Law

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  About This Book

  I never expected to meet my dad’s boss while on my hands and knees.

  Take Your Daughter to Work Day is supposed to be a learning event. I went with my dad to his office because I wanted to educate myself about what he does as a middle manager.

  But like a klutz, I tripped and fell as soon as I got there.

  My skirt flew up and you could see literally everything as I scrambled on my hands and knees.

  It was over-the-top embarrassing, especially because it happened in front of my dad’s boss!

  OMG, how did this happen?

  Patrick Lancaster is growly, gorgeous, and soooo tempting with laser blue eyes; a broad, muscled chest; and hair as black as midnight.

  He’s got long legs and a long something else too because the CEO got me pregnant that fateful day …

  … and I had his baby.

  My dad wants to keep it hush-hush because he’ll be fired if Mr. Lancaster finds out that I’ve had his love child.

  But what if the billionaire boss wants more than a fling? What if Patrick wants his son … and ME?

  Celebrate romance with a Valentine’s Day story featuring an OTT alpha male! Patrick Lancaster is a wealthy, gorgeous CEO who meets a feisty young girl at his office. She’s his employee’s daughter, but that only makes this story extra-forbidden. If you love secret babies and second chances, then this is the book for you. No cheating, no cliffhangers, and always an HEA for my readers.

  67

  Penny

  “Dad, really?” I ask, arching my eyebrows. “I’m a little old for this, don’t you think?”

  Harold merely shakes his head seriously.


  “This will be good for you Penny. You’re a senior in high school, and soon you’ll be heading off into the big world. I want you go to get a sense of what people do during office jobs before you throw your lot in with SexyFlow Salon.”

  I grimaced a little.

  “But I love SexyFlow, Dad. I know the name is a little weird, but Carmen dreamed it up and it’s right for our clientele. Sexy flow means that everything about you is “in the flow” that day: from your energy, to your health, to your hair. I love giving blowouts to different girls. It changes their lives and puts them in a good mood.”

  Harold merely frowns while hitching his thumbs into his waistband. My dad is portly, and the gesture emphasizes the way his gut protrudes heavily over his belt. But I love Harold anyways because he only wants what’s best for me.

  “Penny,” he starts again patiently. “You’re too young to know what you really want. You’re only eighteen, sweetheart, and you haven’t seen the world. It’s too early to commit yourself to a lifetime as a hairdresser when you haven’t experienced any other profession.”

  I nod.

  “I know Dad, but being a hairdresser fulfills me. I like it, and I’m good at it too. They always give me the most difficult clients because they know I can get them to a hairstyle that makes them happy. That’s worth something, right? I’m somewhat of a “fixer” at SexyFlow. It’s flattering.”

  Harold merely sighs and looks at the floor.

  “I just want to give you every chance in life Penny. Your mom would have wanted me to provide as many opportunities as possible, and for you to see the world at least a little bit before you settle down here in Gainesville for the rest of your life.”