A Real Man: Limited Edition

by Jenika Snow

  Good.

  That’s exactly where I wanted her.

  I held onto her hips, and helped lift her up and bring her back down on my dick. The wet sounds of us fucking filled the living room, and beads of sweat covered my brow.

  I wanted to fill her with my cum, make her take all of it. I wanted her smelling like me, marked by me.

  I wanted my seed slipping from the tight confines of her pussy, reminding her of what we did.

  “Come on, baby. Get off for me. Squeeze that pussy around my cock.” She closed her eyes and wrapped her arms around my neck. Then she really started riding me. With her head thrown back, her eyes closed, and her mouth parted, she looked like a goddess. Isabel slammed herself down on me and I felt my pleasure rise to a place where there was no going back.

  And then I felt her inner muscles contract around me and knew she was coming.

  I held off as long as I could, because I wanted to watch her face as she came for me. It was the most gorgeous thing I ever got to witness.

  I flipped her over so she was on her back now, my cock still in her, and pounded away. I couldn’t help myself, not with her. Not ever.

  When I knew she’d reached her peak and stared to descend, only then did I allow myself to fall over the edge. I pulled almost all the way out and slammed back in so hard she slid up on the floor. I didn’t stop myself from coming.

  My body grew tense, and every muscle was strung tight. I filled her up, made her take all of my cock, all of my cum. She held onto me, digging her nails into my skin, making it hurt so fucking good.

  My hips seemed to jerk on their own, wanting to be even further in her, although that was impossible. When my balls were drained dry I didn’t pull out of her. I shifted so I was the one on my back and Isabel was draped over my chest. I just held her, my cock starting to soften, but I wasn’t about to pull out of her warmth. I didn’t even care that I felt my cum start to slip from her body and slide down my length.

  I liked that I was in her in every imaginable way.

  For long moments we just lay there. I ran my hand up and down the length of her spine, feeling her flesh react to my touch. She smelled so good, felt so warm and soft on me.

  “Tell me again how much you love me,” she asked softly.

  I smiled, although I knew she couldn’t see me.

  “There are no words for me to explain exactly how much I love you.” She lifted up, and I pushed the hair off her shoulder. “I’d never be able to fully express how I feel with only those three words, Isabel.” I stared into her eyes. “How much do you love me?” I asked, teasing her.

  She sobered, her expression growing serious. “More than you’ll ever know.” She leaned down and kissed me. “More than I can ever tell you, Quinn.”

  Soul mate, love, all of it was too tame of an explanation for what I felt for Isabel.

  I knew it was the same for her, too.

  And now that we had Cecily—a little piece of both of us wrapped up in one beautiful little being—everything had come full circle.

  What we had was a once in a lifetime love, a breath-stealing, body-numbing consumption that made everything fit perfectly.

  It made everything seem right.

  BABY FEVER (A Real Man, 3)

  By Jenika Snow

  www.JenikaSnow.com

  Jenika_Snow@Yahoo.com

  Copyright © August 2016 by Jenika Snow

  First E-book Publication: August 2016

  Photographer: Wander Aguiar :: Photography

  Cover model: Jacob Hogue

  Photo provided by: Wander Book Club

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  He’s done being the bad boy … he’s ready to be a father.

  Dex

  I’m the bad boy— the one mothers warn their daughters about. But I’ve never seen myself settling down, and that’s been fine with me. Then life, reality, whatever you want to call it, bitch slapped me right across the face, and I knew what I wanted.

  A baby.

  At thirty-nine, I am having a severe case of baby fever, and that means convincing the one woman I’ve always wanted but knew was too good for me to be mine and be the mother of my child.

  Eva

  I’ve always wanted Dex. It’s hard not to want a man like Dex. He’s all raw power and cut muscle. He’s the epitome of what a real man is, but he’s not a bastard about it.

  But then he throws me a curve ball and says he wants me not only as his woman … but as the mother of his child.

  And I’ll be honest; it’s what I’ve always wanted.

  Dex

  The truth is Eva deserves better than me, but I’m too selfish, and I want her too badly to back away.

  Nothing will stop me from making her mine … and putting my baby inside her.

  Warning: This book is short and right to the point—like the kind of story that gives you whiplash. If you enjoy unbelievable plots, and insta-everything going on, you may enjoy this dirty little read.

  1

  Dex

  I had a severe case of baby fever going on, and I knew exactly which woman I wanted to help me get what I needed.

  Eva.

  Fucking Eva with her lush curves and hips that are wide and meant to carry my child. I could come just looking at her.

  All I could think about was breeding with her, filling her with my spunk, and making her mine.

  And she would be mine.

  I nearly groaned at the thought of having her, of her being mine.

  I’d known her for years, but she was too good for me, too sweet.

  But I was also too fucking selfish to let her get away.

  I had a reputation for getting into trouble and starting fights with assholes that looked at me the wrong way.

  What I didn’t have a reputation for was being a womanizer. I was picky as fuck with the females I let into my bed. But they were also empty fucks, a night of release because I was wound up.

  What I wanted with Eva was more than just a few hours between the sheets, but I didn’t even know if she’d give me the time of day.

  She never had before, and a part of me wanted her even more because of it. My bad boy reputation didn’t make her a clinger, and she sure as fuck didn’t present herself to me like an animal in heat.

  Yeah, she would be mine.

  I reached down and adjusted my cock. It was rock hard and pressed against the zipper of my jeans.

  I focused on Eva again, watching her get the drink order from the bar, and then she made her way toward the table. The bar I was in, and the one she worked at, was the only decent hangout place in this town. But I didn’t give a shit about hanging out or getting drunk. I came here to see her.

  I finished off the last of my beer, set the bottle aside, and didn’t care if I was being obvious in checking out Eva.

  “Another one?” Jarren, the owner of the bar and a good friend, asked as he took the empty beer bottle off the table.

  “Nah, I’m good,” I said, my focus still on Eva. “Wait,” I ended up saying to Jarren. “Yeah, I’ll take another.” It would give me an excuse to loiter here and check out Eva. I also needed to figure out how in the hell I was going to make her mine.

  If Eva knew what I was thinking right now, how I wanted to lift up that skirt of hers, pull her panties aside, and plunge my dick in her, she’d probably think I was a sick fuck. But hell, I wanted to do more than that. I wanted to go raw
inside her, fill her with my cum, and put my baby in her belly.

  I wanted to breed with her like I was some kind of fucking animal. I wanted her to grow big with my child, and just thinking about getting her pregnant made me hard.

  I was so damn hard.

  I was ready to settle down with the one woman I’d never gone after for fear of shit getting weird between her brother and me. But fuck that. I was older and knew what I wanted. I wanted Eva as mine.

  Only mine.

  Eva

  I could feel his eyes on me. It was like fingers skating down my spine. To say I was affected was an understatement.

  I wanted Dex. I always have.

  To say I didn’t get wet because of his bad boy attitude, his hard demeanor, or the fact I knew he liked to skate with trouble back in the day, would have been a bold faced lie.

  He’d been a friend of my brother, Charlie, for years. I didn’t think Charlie would give a shit if I had something going on with his friend, but Dex has never really seen me as anything more than Charlie’s little sister. At least, I never felt like he did.

  Although for a while now, I’d seen the way he watched me: with this intensity in his eyes that set me on edge and made me question my good intentions.

  What good intentions? You’ve wanted Dex to fuck you for so long you can’t even be next to him without getting wet.

  “Hey, you with us or what, Sugar?” Jarren asked.

  I glanced at my boss, trying to clear my head. “I’m fine,” I said and cleared my throat.

  “Well, you want to take this beer over to Dex?”

  I licked my lips and nodded. The hairs on the back of my neck stood on end, and I glanced over my shoulder to see the man I’d been fantasizing about for far too long staring right at me. He sat in one of the corner tables, the shadows partially concealing him.

  A tingle worked its way up my spine.

  I grabbed the beer bottle, as well as a few mixed drinks I had to drop off at another table. It would have been smarter for me to give Dex his beer first, that way I had an excuse to leave, but I dropped off the mixed drinks first and made my way over to Dex.

  He leaned back, one leg kicked out, his arm thrown over the back of his chair. He had his other arm on the table, his tattooed flesh instantly arousing me.

  Who are you kidding? You’re perpetually aroused around him.

  Taking a steadying breath, I smiled and handed him the beer. But before I could turn and leave, he reached out and took hold of my wrist. I looked down, my throat tight, my heart racing. Even his hands were tattooed, a fact I found so damn hot.

  “What’s up?” I managed to say, but my voice sounded strained. Some classic rock song was playing from the old as hell jukebox in the corner, and I could make out through my peripheral vision a couple nearly dry humping on the dance floor. But my eyes were trained on Dex, because hell if I could look away.

  “What time do you get off?” he asked, and for a second, my heart stopped. I lowered my brows.

  “Ten, why?” I managed to tug my arm free, not because I wanted him to stop touching me, but because I was worried he’d feel my hand shaking. I clenched my fingers inward, my nails digging into my palm.

  He shrugged his broad shoulders and leaned forward, placing his forearms on the scarred round table. “We haven’t caught up, Eva.”

  A shiver worked its way up my spine at the sound of my name on his lips.

  “What’s there to catch up with, Dex?” I was starting to sweat.

  Truth was this was probably the most interest he’d taken in me in … forever. Sure, he was nice to me, but it was as if he saw me as nothing more than Charlie’s little sister. He didn’t see me as a friend he wanted to hang out with, and certainly not someone he’d take to his bed.

  “Plenty,” he said and lifted the corner of his mouth. “How about we hang out after work? Catch-up and all that shit, Eva girl?”

  God, he was so handsome. The tattoos were just the icing on the manly cake that made up Dex. I also knew he had both nipples pierced, and I’d heard him talking to Charlie back in the day about getting his dick pierced. Whether the latter was true or not was not something I would probably ever find out.

  And then there was his hair, slightly longer and hanging down to his chin when he didn’t put it up in a manbun.

  You want to stand here and appraise him? God, you probably look like a weirdo not responding.

  I swallowed again as memories played through my head.

  “Catch up?” I asked.

  He nodded and gave me a sexy full-blown grin.

  “Maybe the three of us could all hang out? I know Charlie said it’s been a while since you guys saw each other.” I don’t know why I was trying to get my brother in on this, because I did want to hang out with Dex. And being alone with him didn’t sound too bad either.

  He leaned back again and shook his head, but didn’t respond right away. Instead, I saw him looking me up and down. I could have played it off like nothing, but that was not an innocent look.

  No, he was eye fucking me.

  “I don’t think Charlie needs to hang with us. I mean, I have seen him plenty of times. You and I need to rekindle shit, Eva. A little alone time sounds good, right?”

  I found myself nodding.

  And then I was thinking about the past again.

  When he used to come over to hang out with Charlie, they would stay in the garage, working on Charlie’s car, drinking beer when our dad wasn’t watching, and talking about “pussy.” Ten years older than me, I was the stereotypical annoying sister, but as the years passed, my attraction for Dex grew.

  It was that age-old trope about the younger woman wanting her older brother’s friend.

  Yet, I never got the guy.

  Now I was hitting twenty-nine, wasn’t married, and had no kids; I was in a damn rut.

  The truth was there were plenty of times I’d gone for runs in town, or just gone shopping and I’d see families, mothers with their children, newborns crying, babies giggling, and ache to have that in my life.

  I was twenty-nine years old, for God’s sake, and not getting any younger. My biological clock was ticking, and I wanted to be a mother.

  But I didn’t want to get knocked up just for the sake of being a mother, and certainly not by some guy I’d just met.

  “You want to hang with me, Eva, spend some time together?” His voice was low, coaxing even. “How about I hear you say it?” The rough timbre had this shiver skating up my spine.

  No, there was one person I’d always wanted—secretly loved, too—but I knew being anything with Dex was never going to happen.

  I knew damn well I was never going to be his. I would never have gorgeous babies with him … and damn, would his babies be beautiful.

  I tried to clear my thoughts, but yeah, it was no use, especially not when he was right in front of me.

  I thought about how Dex acted all interested in me. As much as I wanted to play it cool and act like it didn’t affect me … it sure as hell did.

  “Yes, I want to spend some time with you.” There, I said it. It felt good to admit it, actually.

  “Good. That’s real good, Eva.” He grinned again. “I’ll be waiting for you outside when you get off.”

  I felt my cheeks heat as I thought of all kinds of dirty things when he said “Get off.”

  For some reason, this felt like I was playing with fire, but hell, I didn’t mind getting burned.

  2

  Dex

  I’d just gone all in here, and I didn’t know how in the fuck I was going to get Eva to agree to be mine and have my baby. I wanted her like a fiend, and I sure as hell knew she wanted me. She kept zoning in and out there when we were talking, and I wondered if she was thinking dirty shit about me … like I was of her.

  I leaned back against my sixty-nine Mustang, my arms crossed over my chest, and my focus on the two drunken assholes standing by the front entrance. They were loud and obnoxious as fuck, and
hearing the lewd comments they were tossing out at the women who were leaving was starting to piss me off.

  I might have a reputation in town as being a bad boy, and gotten into plenty of trouble when I was younger, but I sure as fuck didn’t disrespect women.

  And then there she was, her focus on her purse as she rummaged through it. I was about to push off the car and walk toward her, but I froze, every muscle in my body tightening when one of the drunken fuckers approached her.

  “Hey, baby. You served me drinks tonight, remember?”

  “Unfortunately, I do.” She didn’t even look up as she responded.

  I had to smile. My girl was hard as nails and didn’t take any shit when the time called for it.

  “Hey, you’re acting like a little bi—”

  She lifted her head then, and the guy stopped speaking. If her stare could kill a man, he would have been in the ground already. “Watch it, asshole.”

  I could have let her handle it, but the truth was I wanted to be the man that stepped in and took care of his woman.

  And she will be my woman.

  But, even if I didn’t want her as mine, I wouldn’t have let any bastard speak to a woman like that. I moved toward the pricks, and just when the asshole opened his mouth again, I pulled Eva back behind me. She made this small sound, maybe from shock, or maybe in protest. I didn’t care at the moment, though. I was in fight mode; whether it actually came down to that or not remained to be seen.

  “What were you about to say to my woman?” I said through clenched teeth. The fuckers reeked of alcohol, and as they cocked their heads back to look into my face, I couldn’t help but feel that predatory sense rise up in me.

  They wouldn’t push this. They might be drunk, might even be fuckers, but they were in flight mode. I could see it in their eyes. It was that fear, that realization they’d get their asses kicked to next week if they pushed this.