by Eva Luxe
I kind of felt sorry for Gary. Linda wasn’t quite 50, and she was in great shape. Gary should have been counting his blessings that a woman like her would have him at all, not screwing things up by cheating on her. Linda wouldn’t be single long if she didn’t want to be. But if I’d messed things up with Chrissy that badly, I’d do anything to get her to give me a second chance.
I was pretty sure Linda was still considering it.
“What are we doing?” Chrissy said, a cute little pout on her face. “Mom and I are supposed to be packing tonight.”
“I owe you a dinner, remember?”
“You do?” She thought for a second, then she laughed. “Oh, yeah! From way back in June! You cheated by buying gourmet sandwiches!”
“I didn’t do that tonight, but you might wish I had. I’m not sure my chicken bacon ranch is as good as the restaurant’s.”
She smiled at me. Damn, she had a great smile. “I’ll take my chances.”
We drove to the same place I’d taken her that night, that bluff outside of town that overlooked the desert. It seemed like a long time ago, but it was really just a little over two months. I spread out the blanket and helped her lower herself down.
I was as dazzled by her as ever. Somehow that bratty little girl that had followed Jack and me around had turned into the woman I wanted to be with more than anything. She was so much more to me than just my best friend’s little sister.
Instead of unpacking the food, I sat next to her and kissed her. She wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed back, opening her soft lips to let me in. As usual, my excitement went from 0 to 60 in about a second, but I had planned to take it slow this time. I hoped I could.
I pulled her onto my lap without breaking the kiss. God, she felt fucking good in my arms. And sitting on my lap put her a little higher than me, so she controlled the kiss, taking it deeper, hotter. I slid my hands under her cropped t-shirt and spread them out over her breasts. They were perfect, high and firm, and they fit in my hands like they’d been made for me.
She moaned and dropped her head back, letting her long blonde hair fall down her back. That put her tits right at mouth level, so I made my way down there, pausing to kiss her neck, licking the curve that led to her shoulder. Her shoulder was smooth and soft and round, so I bit it.
She yelped and laughed. I lifted her tits to my mouth and licked them softly, then pulled one into my mouth and sucked on it. Chrissy grasped my shoulders and made little sounds in her throat. I unfastened her shorts and thrust my hand in under her panties.
“Fuck,” Chrissy moaned. She started thrusting against my fingers. I kept sucking her tit as I slid my middle finger into her pussy. She was scratching at my shoulders now—I was going to have marks there tomorrow. Awesome.
“Come on, baby,” I murmured. “Take it. Take everything.”
She came on my hand, contracting around my finger. Then she collapsed against my shoulder, and I held her close while she came down.
I stroked her hair and down the side of her neck and her bare arms, but I was still hot and hard. I started kissing her next again, just to feel her skin against my mouth. I grasped her waist and splayed my hands across her ass.
“Come inside me, baby,” she whispered. She slid off my lap and lay back on the blanket and slid her shorts off. I pulled my own shorts off—I really hoped nobody else decided to walk by while we were up here—and lay on top of her. My cock brushed her thighs, but I ignored it for a moment and grasped her wrists in my hands and pinned them over her head.
I just stayed like that for a moment. She looked up at me and I looked down into those beautiful blue eyes. “You’re so beautiful,” I whispered. She smiled, and I slid into her.
She hooked her legs around my waist and we rocked together. I tried to keep my eyes on hers, but it felt so good one or the other of us sometimes had to squeeze our eyes shut. I let go of her wrists and slid my arms under her, pulling her close to me, and she wrapped her arms around me. It was like we were one person, and I thought as we both built toward our climaxes that I had never felt so close to someone in my life.
Finally she started to come again, and her contractions around my cock pulled me over the edge too. We lay like that for a long time, my face buried in her hair, her hand stroking my back.
Then her stomach growled. We looked at each other and laughed.
“Well, you did promise me dinner!” She smiled when she said it.
“Your wish is my command.”
I slid off her and straightened my clothes, then started unpacking things from the picnic basket. I looked doubtfully at my own chicken-bacon-ranch sandwiches. Oh, well, surely they were edible, at least. I pulled out the chips, salad, and wine and arranged them as artfully as I could between us.
“You think your mom’s going to be all right after you go back to school?” I handed her the paper plate I’d piled her food on.
She took it and bit into her sandwich. “Hey, this isn’t bad. Yeah, I think she will. She might let Dad move back in. They’ve been going to counseling.”
“Yeah, she told me. That’s good—at least they can figure out what went wrong before they try to move back in together. So, when do you have to be back in your apartment?”
“Sunday is the move-in date for campus apartments.”
I took her hand and kissed her fingers. “I’ll miss you.”
She sighed. “I’ll miss you too.” She looked away from me, out over the desert. “Is this the part where you say you don’t want me to be your girlfriend anymore because long-distance relationships are too hard?”
“You sound upset.” And okay, I’m an asshole, but I was thrilled. I honestly wasn’t sure she cared about me as much as I cared about her. But she did sound upset about the idea of us breaking up. “Oh, hey, is that a tear? Don’t cry! Chrissy—at least let me answer the question!”
“Fine.” She sniffled and took a deep breath, like she was bracing herself.
“I don’t want to break up, but I don’t want you to be my girlfriend anymore, either.”
Her head whipped back around to face me. She glared. “So what, your booty call? Your friend with benefits? Please.”
Okay, here it was, the moment we’d all been waiting for. This time I was the one who took a deep breath.
“Well…I can’t promise I’ll never want a booty call. You have a fantastic booty.”
She rolled her eyes.
“And, Chrissy, I do feel like we’re friends. I tell you pretty much everything.”
She sighed. I shifted so that I was kneeling next to her on the blanket.
“But I don’t want you to be my girlfriend anymore. I was thinking more like…fiancée?” I took her hand again. “I love you, Chrissy. Will you marry me?”
As she goggled at me, I reached into the basket, moved the dessert over, and pulled out a ring box. I opened it so she could see the diamond inside it.
“Holy shit!”
I laughed. “What do you think, Chrissy? I know this next year will be hard, but we can make it work. We could get married after graduation, if you want.”
She knelt up so she was facing me, though she was still several inches shorter. I wrapped my arms around her waist. She put her hands on my cheeks.
“I love you. I think I’ve always loved you, even when you only thought of me as your best friend’s little sister. I would love to marry you, Adam.”
“You know where we should get married?” I said, feeling fucking giddy. “At the mansion.”
“Oh yes,” she said. “So many good memories there.”
“Mm hmm. That’s where I discovered Mansion Adam.”
“I remember him! He was fun and sexy and happy. I liked him.”
“That’s how I feel when I’m with you, Chrissy. Like Mansion Adam. Like the real me. Only with you.”
I kissed her and started to lower her back onto the blanket. “Hey, wait,” she laughed. “Don’t I get to try on the ring?”
�
��Oh, right.” I still had the box clenched in my hand. “Here…”
She took it from me and slipped it onto the correct finger. It looked perfect there. Like she shone with diamonds. Like she was mine.
“Okay, now we can make out!” She reached for me.
“No, wait…” I pulled out my phone and started pushing buttons.
“What are you doing?”
I grinned at her. “Texting Jack, of course!”
Thank you for reading. We appreciate your support. Bonus books follow for your continued reading enjoyment.
Sign up to our mailing lists and receive a free book!
Love, Eva Luxe and Juliana Conners
Mailing list sign up: http://hyperurl.co/ELDSAW
Don’t Stop Believing:
Complete South Beach Bad Boys Series Box Set Romance Collection
Copyright 2017 by Eva Luxe and Juliana Conners; All Rights Reserved.
This book is a work of fiction and any portrayal of any person living or dead is completely coincidental and not intentional. No part of this book may be reproduced without written permission from the author, other than brief excerpts for the purpose of reviews or promotion.
Dedication
To all the girls— and boys— who never stop believing in love.
And to our readers, with many thanks.
Credits
Cover Image by Nathan Hainline Modeling and Photography
Cover Design by Coverlüv
Don’t Say a Word: A Bad Boy Secret Baby Romance
Copyright 2017 by Eva Luxe and Juliana Conners; All Rights Reserved.
This book is dedicated to girls who love— and tame— bad boys.
Sign up to our mailing lists and receive a free book!
Love, Eva and Juliana
Mailing list sign up: http://hyperurl.co/ELDSAW
Sign up to our mailing lists and receive a free steamy romance book!
Chapter 1
Hanson
There were so many hot women up in here. From the sad-eyed, impatient-looking chicks who had to wait in line because they didn’t have a connection to let them in ahead of all the rest of the poor saps, to the cocktail waitresses dancing on the bar to the bachelorette party attenders shaking their asses on the dance floor in celebration of their BFF’s final night of freedom, I couldn’t even keep up with the number of amazingly stunning women all around me. This was my perfect idea of a Friday night.
The White Room was the kind of night club the who’s who of Miami went to. Situated in Mid-Beach, the glamorous club was part of the Fontainebleau Hotel and a hot spot for famous folk and VIP regulars. I went there all the time. If I was going to get wasted, I was going to do it in style.
Did it cost a lot of money? Hell yeah. But as the Safety for the Florida Sharks Football team— at least, when my ass wasn’t suspended— I had enough cash to get fucked-off-my-face drunk without blinking at my bill at the end of the night.
The venue, the service, and the music was the shit, and that’s why hot women from all over came to the club. If there was anything that made me a happy man, it was a woman in a dress that left very little to the imagination.
Tonight, the club was packed. It consisted of a huge dance floor with banquet booths on the bottom floor, stairs that descended from the doors so you could scope out whoever came in, and sky boxes on the second floor that looked out over the dance floor. Sky boxes were reserved for VIPs like us, so that’s where we were hanging out tonight, just like all the other nights we came here.
I leaned on the chrome railing and looked out over the crowd with a glass of expensive whiskey in my hand. The music throbbed like a racing pulse, and bodies writhed to the beat. The air smelled of sweat and lust, an intoxicating combination.
“Man, it’s good to kick back,” Brian said, splayed out on one of the white leather couches. “I swear that last game fucked me up. I’m aching all over.”
“Is your face hurting?” I couldn’t help the smirk lifting my lip. I loved dicking around with Brian. He was too easy sometimes.
“Fuck you too.” He rolled his eyes and chuckled. “My face is not hurting, and it’s not killing you. All these women around here are looking at me, idiot. You know this.”
I shrugged and sipped my whiskey. He was an idiot, but I would keep him around. I turned a little as my back ached. He was bent over thanks to the last game; I was just sore from a shitty night of sleep.
Getting hurt in the game was an occupational hazard. Brian McMurry was the Running Back for the Sharks. He was good at what he did and a fan favorite. He was also my best friend. We had played for the Hurricanes together before we’d been selected for the team, and if there was anyone I would turn to in a crisis, it was Brian.
“How long until you’re back in action?” Brian asked. “You must be losing your shit not playing for so long.”
I nodded. “Losing my shit” was an accurate description. Not playing drove me crazy, but I had to deal with it. Life was all about the choices you made.
“Two more games,” I said, rolling my shoulders. “Then I’m back.”
I turned toward Brian and sat down, too. Brian sipped a glass of soda water like a teetotaler. He had training in the morning. The Sharks started at six, and we had to “Focus-Listen-Learn,” as the signage above the door to the training facility reminded us. It was hard to do that when you had so much alcohol in your system the world spun when you stood still.
I would know. While I was off, though, I could drink as much as I wanted to, but that wasn’t much of a benefit, considering the serious trouble I was in with the team.
Being suspended wasn’t a joke. I would rather play and be sober most of the time than wasted and watching my team on television.
“Thanks for saving my ass,” Brian said. “You know, for taking the fall.”
I waved my hand dismissively. “Don’t sweat it. Really.”
Brian nodded, but I could see the tightness in his shoulders. He didn’t want anyone doing anything for him. We were the same in that way.
“You’re talking to Coach on Wednesday?” he asked.
I nodded. Wednesday was the day Coach had asked me to come in to talk about my public image. My suspension for driving under the influence had been tacked on to the bottom of a whole list of infractions, mostly to do with women. I had to clean my act up a little if I wanted to show my face in public again.
I wasn’t looking forward to it. I understood my suspension. I made my choice on that, and I would live with the consequences. But I didn’t want to give up the women. Being with whoever I wanted, whenever I wanted, didn’t affect my game. In fact, I had a theory that the more sexually satisfied I was, the better I played. It was an opinion that Coach didn’t share.
Coach Rudi Thompson was the kind of man that put everything into his players. The game was as important to us as it was to him. He lived vicariously through us, being unable to play anymore himself.
“When you talk to Coach, remember where he’s coming from,” Brian said.
His mind had evidently been on the same train of thought as mine.
I shook my head. “I know what you’re going to say, and I don’t want to hear it,” I said. “It’s not Wednesday yet, and we’re here to have fun. Remember? Quit thinking about football for a minute. I’m going to go down there and find us each a girl.”
Brian chuckled. “I’m not going to stick around long enough for that.”
I shook my head. “Don’t be a dick. I know you want to get some tonight. It’s the best remedy for aching bones.”
Brian shook his head. “I don’t think that’s a proven medical fact.”
I laughed and left the sky box, making my way to the dance floor. I shimmied up against a couple of girls, leaning in close so they could hear me over the music. Scantily clad bodies rubbed up against me, the music pulsed in my veins, and I wanted to get good and horizontal with one of them tonight.
Even if we stayed vertical, like up against a
wall or something, it would do.
Two women were eager to come back with me. I only had to mention the words “sky box” and “single friend,” and they were good to go. They knew I looked familiar. Most girls didn’t really do football. But those magic words were enough for them.
“Brian,” I said, walking into the box with my find. “This is Carina and Sacha. Ladies, meet my friend, Brian.”
I sat down, and the brunette, Carina, joined me. Sacha was a platinum blonde and parked herself next to Brian.
“Evening, ladies,” Brian said, glancing at me with a grin. I knew what he was thinking: I knew just how to pick them, and not in a bad way.
The women were eager. Carina pressed herself up against me so I felt her body, slender with huge tits that couldn’t be real. I preferred natural breasts and some meat on their bones but Carina was hot and I wouldn't throw her out of bed— or off the wall, or wherever it was we'd end up having sex tonight.
Brian’s hot date was doing something similar, pressing herself so close to him that she couldn’t get any closer, short of climbing onto his lap. I put my hand on Carina’s bare leg. Her skirt was so short it was more like a long shirt.
“What do you say we go to a room?” I asked Carina. Her mouth was on my neck, riling me up. I looked toward Brian, who was still just talking to Sacha. “I’m sure there’s a room next door you can use, Brian.”
Brian shook his head and leaned forward to put down his glass. He peeled himself away from Sacha.
“I’m sorry to disappoint, guys, but I have to get going. I have training in the morning.” He got up and lifted his hands to the air, forcing the girl back further.