Wedding of Our Dreams: Dante & Steele (Croft Family Mob Series Book 0)

by Morgan Kelley

  Oh, that was the plan.

  “Yeah, you’re right.”

  Greyson saw the hopelessness in his brother’s eyes, and he opted to jump into the fray to help him out. That’s what a good big brother did.

  “I will handle the other situation. You’ll have sex on your wedding night.”

  He stared at his brother.

  “You’re not my type. Now, if you get Dimitri really drunk and he’s willing…?”

  Greyson smacked him in the back of the head for being a smartass. He knew for a fact that Dimitri was in no shape to be having sex with anyone.

  He was an even bigger mess than his brother was at that point.

  Only, Emma was handling that one.

  Life used to be so damn easy.

  “That you even went there shows how hard up you are, perv. I meant with your husband. You are NOT allowed to have sex with anyone we call brother. Clear?”

  “You are no fun.”

  Still…

  He was curious.

  “How are you going to pull that one off?” Dante asked. “You’re good, but you’re as big a pussy as me. You’re not going to walk up to my fiancé and ask him if he’s ever going to let me have sex with him again.”

  He shook his head. “I’d rather eat my own arm then even practice that sentence in my head—let alone out loud. I’m going to pass this one off.”

  “To who?” he asked.

  Greyson smiled.

  Oh, he had a plan all right, and if it went well, they’d have this fixed in no time.

  He was going to give it to the only person who could handle a situation like this.

  Emma.

  He knew his wife.

  She was perfect for the job.

  * * * G r e y s o n C r o f t * * *

  When he found his wife, she was in her office taking care of a few things. Hers and Steele’s manicure session was finally over. She was carefully trying to flip through invoices and not ruin her newly painted nails.

  Greyson leaned against the doorframe, watching her. One of his favorite things was doing just that. There was something amazing about knowing that you had your soulmate, and she got you.

  Emma Croft was his blessing.

  Here she was, doing something so mundane, but it still stole his breath.

  She had her red hair free, and she was wearing a sundress.

  It reminded him of the days he was wooing her in Celestia. A barefoot Emma was a temptation he couldn’t resist.

  She must have felt him staring because it didn’t take long for her to look up at him.

  “What?” she asked, glancing up. “You have that pirate-y look on your face,” she said. “Are you here to shiver me timbers?” she teased.

  He snorted. “Do I? More importantly, do you find yourself having these pirate fantasies all the time?”

  It was her turn to laugh. “Yeah, I do. Do you need something?”

  “Why do I need something to stare at my gorgeous wife?”

  Call her paranoid, but her Croft caveman was up to something. She could tell.

  Just because she wasn’t a cop, didn’t mean she’d lost her instincts. They’d just come off a shitastic case, and the whole family was practically reeling.

  Emma and Greyson were playing healers, soothers, and big brother and sister to most of the people they loved. This wedding, or so she hoped, would heal a lot of the wounds that had been opened.

  Mostly in Dimitri. On Monday, she and Greyson would be hopping a flight with Paris and Tessa to give them a sperm donation.

  The family was growing.

  As he watched her, she leaned back in her chair. “You’re either here to pillage me, or you did something bad. Were you in the bacon crab dip?”

  He stared at her.

  “We have bacon crab dip? Does that actually exist?”

  She laughed. “Yeah, and it’s for the reception tomorrow. Don’t go looking for it, cholesterol boy. You didn’t eat a salad this whole week.”

  He closed her office door.

  “Maybe I wanted to see my pregnant wife, and maybe have a few sexy moments with her. You’ve been busy. We just came off that one case with the dead sex workers, and I feel a little neglected.”

  She loved the twinkle in his eyes.

  Her husband was quite possibly the sexiest man she’d ever met in her life. There was something so innately sexy about the way he moved. It was as if he were a big, sleek cat. She could write sonnets about his body in motion.

  Granted, he was in his forties, and his hair was peppered with some gray, and when he smiled at her, his gray eyes made her wet. That was only some of his charm.

  Yes, she was easy.

  “All that talk about sex, and you didn’t get any, huh?”

  He winked. “Oh, I got plenty. I can just use more. Are you busy?” he asked.

  “I’m paying some venders. The flowers came, and the tents are here.”

  He didn’t want to know.

  Really.

  This was not his thing. Men didn’t get excited about weddings unless it was theirs, and it wasn’t about the reception, but the honeymoon.

  Speaking of which…

  He had sex on the brain, and not his. Yeah, he came in here to talk about his brother’s sex life, but now he was thinking about his.

  He was rock hard, and focused on her pretty pink toes.

  “How was your manicure?” he asked.

  “Want to check it out?” she asked, dropping her legs onto his desk. “I had a pedicure too.”

  Oh, he was aware.

  What also caught his attention was that his wife had just flashed him, and she wasn’t wearing anything beneath her sundress.

  She had his focus, and it wasn’t on her toes.

  “Maybe you can come over here and give me some of that sweetness,” he teased. “I’ve missed my sexy kitten today. You were up and out of bed before me this morning.”

  She was aware.

  Steele was a nervous wreck, and she was planning this whole shindig.

  “I love you, Emma Croft, and not because you’re the most beautiful woman in the world or that you’re giving me a child. I love you because you’re the only woman who gets me.”

  Her heart skipped.

  She did get him.

  Plus, Emma was madly in love with him and always would be. Some women didn’t dig bossy cavemen, but she did.

  God!

  She really did.

  Emma did as he asked and crossed the room to stand before him. She loved the scent of his aftershave. It made her want to do crazy things with him.

  Then again, she didn’t need it.

  Greyson Croft made her insane with need, lust, and want. He had that power over her.

  She moved closer.

  Greyson couldn’t speak.

  Instead, he ran his fingers through Emma’s hair, allowing the silky strands to run loosely through his fingers. The silky feel against his flesh made him giddy.

  It called to him, as did her cute turned up nose. He wanted to spend all day worshiping this woman, and then all night doing it all over again.

  “Mine.”

  It was all he could manage.

  “Yours,” she offered back, knowing how to get her husband all riled up. When you wanted to be dragged back to the cave to make fire, you only had to feed the masculine beast’s ego.

  Besides, she definitely was his.

  They’d had a rocky case where the outcome had nearly destroyed their tight knit family. Curtis was on the mend, his arm healing, and Dimitri was tied up in knots over a woman who didn’t care to stick around, after trying to kill him.

  It was a hot freaking mess in their family.

  “Kitten, if I don’t have you, I’m going to lose control,” he vowed.

  Emma took that as her sign.

  Well, if her king wanted his queen, who was she to say no. Emma knew exactly how to get him warmed up.

  Pulling the dress from her body, she revealed that she
wore nothing beneath.

  He watched her, the silver of his eyes going molten in need.

  “Jesus. I love my life.”

  Yeah, she loved hers, too, because they’d built something amazing.

  “I’m waiting, husband,” she offered.

  Greyson wanted to touch her. He wanted to drop to his knees and worship the only woman in the world who ever truly accepted the man he was, inside and out.

  No, he wanted more than that.

  He was dying to feel himself buried in her body over and over until she screamed his name.

  Only, it appeared his woman had other plans.

  She reached for him first.

  “Emma, don’t tease. My mother is coming here tonight and I have to write a speech.”

  She wasn’t teasing.

  This wasn’t about distracting him.

  No.

  This was about rocking his world, and hers too.

  “I wouldn’t do that,” she promised, reaching for his shirt. With all her strength, she yanked, popping the buttons and tearing his shirt open.

  “Touch me,” he whispered, watching his naked wife move toward him.

  Oh, she was going to do that and so much more.

  “I want your mouth on me.”

  Well, if that’s what he wanted, who was she to deny it? Besides, she was pregnant, thinking about sex, and wetter than she’d ever been.

  Emma made her move.

  Kissing down his chest, she teased his pale nipples with tongue and teeth. When he moaned, trying not to have his legs buckle beneath him, she continued lower.

  Her hands were on the button of his dress pants, and he was begging silently in his mind.

  Greyson knew what he wanted.

  Her mouth.

  His dick.

  Orgasms.

  He was a simple man. His wife knew how to take him to that place where he could just be himself.

  Wild.

  Out of control.

  Greyson Croft.

  Emma knew that look, and she was giddy with the prospect of reaping the reward of all of his gym training with Chris.

  They were both getting buff, and she had the need to crawl all over his body.

  With eager fingers, she traced the lines and angles of his muscles.

  “Teasing,” he warned.

  She giggled in glee.

  “Oh, this is me trying to figure out what to do next,” she said, dropping his fly.

  His trousers fell around his ankles.

  “I love a man in boxers,” she said, tugging them down. “Or out. I think I like out better.”

  “You better not be thinking about any men but me, kitten, or I’m going to spank you.”

  She grinned at him. “Oh, I only wish. You know how much I love when you get bossy in bed.”

  Yeah, him too.

  There was nothing as spectacular as his submissive wife beneath him and trapped. He could think of a million things he’d give up, just to have that one thing.

  Emma dropped to her knees and stared up at him. Already, she could see how aroused and hard he was. His erection bobbed right by her face.

  Yeah, her husband definitely was ready for some sex.

  Someone wanted head—and in the worst way.

  Greyson found her hair with his big hand, and pulled her closer. Yeah, he needed her mouth on him.

  “Do it!” he hissed as she teased him with the tip of her tongue. “Blow me, Emma!”

  She loved when he got all bossy.

  Who was she to argue?

  As she teased the tip with her tongue, she only played with him for a few more seconds before swallowing him whole. His entire body shook as she began making love to him with her mouth.

  He watched as his erection slid between her lips, coming back out so slick that he wanted to explode.

  It was one hell of a visual.

  Thank God his wife was horny all the time from the pregnancy hormones. He loved her using his body as her own personal playground.

  He focused on her red lips.

  Croft was lost to that one visual.

  The harder Emma worked him, the more vocal he became, begging, pleading, and offering the world if she promised to never stop.

  That wasn’t happening.

  They had so many years ahead of them. This was her husband, and they, like Steele and Dante were about to do tomorrow, had made a vow.

  For richer or for poorer.

  For better or for worse.

  Until death do they part.

  Those words meant something to everyone in their family. Marriage mattered.

  To him.

  To her.

  The them.

  Emma glanced up, and she knew he was close. His eyes had gone from their normal gray to the storm cloud color she loved. It meant he was close to losing control.

  She loved a wild Greyson.

  Half her time was spent fantasizing and coming up with ways to torment the hell out of him. The other half was about making those fantasies a reality.

  When she set him free, he stared down at her. “I know you’re not done. I don’t believe my kitten made me cum.”

  She had other plans.

  Yes, she could push him over the edge, and he’d be ready to go again, but she wanted him wild, teetering on that edge. That was the beauty of her husband.

  A wild Greyson was a storm she couldn’t get enough of in life, and she knew what she needed.

  “Ask, kitten, and it shall be yours.”

  Oh, he knew her so damn well.

  “I want you to fuck me, Grey. Make me scream your name.”

  That wasn’t as shocking as what was to come. That was what would catch him off guard.

  He watched as his wife cleared her own desk with her arm, and then turned to hop onto it.

  Holy shit!

  His libido went berserk.

  “Here. Now. Take me.”

  Gone was that momentary surprise, and in its place were need and lust. The idea of taking his wife on her desk was just one more sexy fantasy he’d had stored away for a lazy day.

  God knew he’d fantasized about this more than once.

  Where didn’t he want to jump her?

  “If my wife wants dick, she’s going to get it,” he said, hobbling toward her, with his pants still around his ankles, along with his boxers.

  Emma giggled. “Come to momma!”

  Oh, he could do that.

  Grabbing his wife’s legs, he enjoyed the way she gasped when he yanked her to the edge of the desk.

  “I’m going to enjoy every second of this, and for the record, I like having you naked beneath a dress. It makes me wild. Do it more often for me.”

  His words sent shivers down her spine.

  She didn’t get to speak.

  Greyson drove his erection into her body, and she came from the force of it.

  He held her down, her hands over her head.

  Croft let her ride out the wave of pleasure as her body tried to lure his into the fall.

  It wasn’t happening.

  He wanted more than that. As soon as she was focused on him, he was going to start one hell of a ride.

  “Greyson,” she murmured, her body awash in pleasure and goosebumps.

  “Tell me what you want.”

  “You. I want you, Grey.”

  That was what he wanted to hear.

  “Look at me!”

  She did what he asked.

  Her brilliant green eyes meeting his stormy gray ones were the window to both their souls.

  “You’re mine,” she promised, as he began driving his erection in and out of her body.

  “Emma, my sweet,” he whispered, keeping her pinned to the desk. His back was to the door, and he was furiously taking his wife. He was driving into her so hard that her desk was moving.

  He couldn’t stop.

  Emma couldn’t breathe.

  As she was driven up, and back to the peak again, he leaned down to bite a nipp
le. They were so sensitive, she couldn’t hold on.

  Emma came again.

  Greyson pulled out, knowing he would lose it. What he wanted was more. He wanted her riding him and the visual of her bouncing above him.

  That nearly made him cum.

  God!

  He loved his freaking life. It didn’t get any better than this moment, right now.

  When she opened her eyes, he pulled her body from the desk, hopped on, and lifted her into his lap. She was on her knees on her desk, with his erection back in her body.

  Now this was the view he wanted.

  Greyson slapped her on her ass. “I need to cum, and you’re the only one who can make that happen. Hurry!”

  Oh, she could do that.

  She WOULD do that.

  Emma took over. She rode him hard, letting the pleasure fill her. This was one of her favorite things to do in the world. She was riding her gangster.

  It was his sexiness that got her off.

  It was that scar on his cheek.

  It was the way his big hands covered her hips, driving her down until she was impossibly full.

  Emma knew how lucky she was in love and life. He was her reward for some good karma, and she was grateful.

  “MORE!” he ordered.

  That bossy tone sent electrical shocks through her body.

  “Kitten!”

  She kept riding.

  It was moments like this that mattered. It was being able to come together as a couple and get off as one.

  “So close,” Greyson admitted, as he watched her breasts bouncing. Her nipples were wet from where his mouth had tormented and teased her.

  Greyson was focused on that.

  It was mesmerizing.

  “God!” she shouted, so close herself.

  He left a slap on her one cheek, and it made her want to cum even more.

  Croft leaned back, so he could get the full view. His rock-hard dick was sliding in and out of her body, and he could feel his balls tighten.

  He was doomed.

  Emma knew the way to push him over. He was going to explode. Only, he needed Emma to fall too. Greyson wanted her to feel exactly what he was feeling.

  Pleasure.

  Lust.

  Love.

  “Fall for me,” he whispered, knowing she was close. He didn't mind her using his body for all the pleasure he could offer. “Take more,” he begged.