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

by Morgan Kelley

  She would give him what he wanted.

  Emma wanted it too. The tingling had begun, and it was moving across her body. The orgasm rolled through her, pulling Emma under.

  Somehow, she managed to stay on top of him, and the desk. It was a balancing act.

  “Grey!” she shouted, as her body began breaking apart. She couldn’t hold on.

  “Wait for me,” he hissed, his body so close to the edge. As her nails dug into his shoulders, that little kiss of pain was enough to make him lose focus.

  It pushed him over.

  With a guttural shout of her name, Greyson Croft came with his wife.

  He came in her with one hell of an eruption.

  They both tumbled into the pleasure, their bodies still connected as one.

  She collapsed onto him, his erection twitching wickedly in her. He was breathing heavily.

  So was she.

  That had been….

  AMAZING.

  “Emma,” he muttered, oblivious to everything around him. His ears were ringing from the pleasure.

  She nuzzled him as he wrapped his arms around her. They were both lost in that sexy afterglow that gave them that connection as a couple.

  It was heavenly.

  That’s when the unthinkable happened.

  Greyson heard her, but it was too damn late to react. He cursed before she even opened the door.

  “I don’t care what he’s doing! I’m his mother! I want to see my son, and you can’t stop me!”

  Emma’s office door flew open with a crash, and there stood Reggie Croft in all her bossy glory.

  Only, they were still naked and he was buried in his wife’s body, clearly visible from behind.

  Emma, gasped.

  Greyson got pissed.

  It was going to be a damn long weekend with his mother around. It looked like a caveman was going to have to lock doors to keep from being barged in on.

  Emma struggled to move, but there was nowhere to go. Greyson was still balls deep in her, Reggie was staring, and it got worse.

  Reggie, that pain in her ass, wasn’t alone.

  “Jesus! You have a bedroom!” Reggie said, closing her eyes. “You’d think you’d use it like a normal couple.”

  Chris, who had tried to stop Reggie began laughing. He had so much he could say at that moment to bust Emma’s ass, but instead, he just snickered like a teenage boy getting a glimpse at some sexy porn.

  “Christopher!” Emma said, glancing over her shoulder. “Get her out of here! Jesus! This is my freaking office!”

  Greyson began laughing.

  He couldn’t help it.

  If this didn’t prove who owned Emma, nothing would. He didn’t care who saw him fucking his wife. If his mother was going to be rude, she’d have to deal with the consequences, and he would take Emma wherever he wanted.

  Whenever.

  However.

  Honestly, his mother didn’t see anything horrible. He was still buried in Emma, and she was sitting in his lap. He was in the clear.

  Chris and Reggie got to see her naked ass.

  “OUT!” Emma stated.

  Chris pulled the woman out, and he continued laughing as Reggie was mortified by what she’d seen.

  When the door closed, Emma stared at her husband.

  “What?” he asked, wiping his eyes.

  “Is it wrong that I’m supremely happy that your mother caught us?” she asked. “She needs to learn this is my freaking castle,” Emma stated.

  Oh, Greyson was beyond laughter.

  He was NOT expecting that.

  “Well, Chris saw you too,” he added.

  “He’s not my issue right now. She is.”

  Greyson was well aware.

  Reggie was EVERYONE’s issue.

  “She comes here and rearranges my furniture, criticizes Steele, and now this. If I want to ride my husband, on my desk, all day long, so be it!”

  He wouldn’t stop her.

  “That’s right, kitten. Teach her a lesson. Then teach me a few too,” he teased, his silver eyes glittering with amusement.

  “I will! I can have sex in the kitchen.”

  “Oh no, what will I do?” he asked.

  “If you keep that tone, you’ll be the one watching,” she stated.

  The laughter stopped.

  “Well, then there will be a murder or two if I ever see that happening.”

  She kissed him.

  Greyson fell into the mating of mouths. While he wouldn’t mind another round, nor would his lower brain, company had arrived. Damn Dante for inviting their mother.

  Speaking of his brother…

  He’d had a mission, and like always, he’d gotten lost in the moment with his redheaded kitten.

  Greyson knew he had to get a hold of himself.

  “Speaking of Steele.”

  She stared at him. “Uh, we weren’t speaking of Steele. We were speaking of your mother. Plus, we’re naked, busted fornicating, and you’re thinking about a man? Back to my original question when you came in here. What do you want?”

  Yeah, his wife knew him so well.

  “Yeah, that’s why this is appropriate.”

  She waited.

  “Dante needs you to talk to Steele. He’s worried there won’t be any of this on his wedding night.”

  She opened her mouth.

  Then closed it.

  Was her brother-in-law, by way of her sexy husband, asking her to talk sex with a gay man?

  Really?

  How was that appropriate?

  Then again, these were the Crofts. Clearly, from Reggie’s entrance, they didn’t do appropriate.

  Well, not often.

  “So, when you get a chance, can you get the dirt and see if Dante has any chance of getting laid?”

  Emma shook her head.

  “When the hell did I lose control?” she asked.

  Greyson kissed her on the nose.

  “Right about when you said ‘I do’,” he offered.

  Yeah, she figured as much.

  “Greyson! I can’t ask Steele if he’s up to sex with your gay brother on their wedding night! That’s like him asking me what position you like best.”

  And that was why he was passing the buck. While Emma was queen, he was still king.

  He grinned. “Yeah, you can.”

  “Why should I?” she asked.

  Greyson knew why.

  “If you handle that, I’ll handle my mother and keep her away from you. You know she’s going to lecture you about how you just molested me in your office. I didn’t stand a chance. I am her precious baby boy.”

  She stared at him and lifted a brow.

  “Please? You know you don’t want my mother up in your wedding-throwing plans.”

  He had a point.

  His offer was more than enough. Emma didn’t like Reggie and how she thought she owned Greyson. Plus, the woman didn’t know she was expecting.

  That would be a free for all.

  If he kept her away…

  “Deal.”

  He grinned. “I seem to still be horny. Apparently, my mother catching us turned me right on.”

  She shook her head.

  “Not happening, Greyson Croft.”

  “Are you sure?”

  She climbed off his lap, grabbed her dress, and pulled it on. “I’m pretty sure.”

  “Wait!” he said, staring at her. “You’re not going to go talk to Steele like that,” he said, in horror.

  And here was where she had her fun.

  “Oh, yes, I am.”

  “EMMA CROFT!”

  “You also get to find Chris and beat him up. He saw my ass, and my breasts. He’s a self-proclaimed ass man. You have your work cut out for you. I’m sure he’ll be working on some sexy, inappropriate fantasies.”

  Greyson sputtered like a teakettle.

  Emma just smiled.

  Who was laughing now?

  Emma knew how to work her sexy cave-Croft, and
she always would.

  Chapter Two

  W hen she found him, he was in his and Dante’s bedroom. He looked a little bit frazzled too. When Emma entered, he turned really fast.

  “Is she here?” he asked, that look on his face. She recognized it, since everyone had it at one point when she crossed their paths.

  Yeah, Emma knew who he meant. Everyone was dreading the mother-in-law-zilla. Reggie, while she meant best, was a pain in everyone’s ass.

  She was bossy.

  Pretentious.

  And she could turn on you at a moment’s notice.

  Emma knew that one personally. At first, Reggie liked her. Now…she was the bane of the woman’s existence. Apparently, Emma had brainwashed her oldest son.

  Clearly, she didn’t know Greyson Croft.

  “Yeah, Hurricane Reggie just blew into port, but I know what will make you laugh,” Emma said, closing the door and hopping up onto the bed.

  “What?” Steele asked, putting on the eyepatch so he could avoid any comments about his appearance. He was pretty sure there would be a few.

  There always were.

  They’d start simple, and then she’d really turn them up and start shooting out the less obvious ones.

  She was a mean woman.

  Reggie reminded him of his mother, but a little less nasty. She was only an eight on the one to ten scale.

  Camille was a raging twenty.

  Steele was a nervous wreck about meeting Reggie again. The last time, he was a whole person. Now…

  Not so much.

  Steele felt broken.

  Damaged.

  And Reggie would go right at that. She’d do anything to talk her son out of marrying a man. She wasn’t exactly gay friendly.

  “I was in the middle of fornicating profusely, on my office desk…”

  “With Greyson?” he asked.

  She stared at him.

  “Uh, who else?” she asked.

  He laughed. “Sorry. I’m distracted. I’ve got Reggie on the brain. What happened? You were getting your girl on…”

  She continued, “When who barges in and sees the whole end of the sexy Croft rollercoaster?” she asked.

  “NO!”

  He covered his mouth.

  “Yep. She caught us in flagrante delicto, and with my bare ass there for the world to see.”

  He started laughing.

  She was right.

  Steele did feel better all of the sudden. “Did she flip out?” he asked, laughing with Emma.

  “Uh huh. To make it worse, Greyson was still…sheathed.”

  Steele snorted. “Now I’m getting overheated. I visualized that.”

  Good.

  If he was thinking sex, it was a possibility.

  “So, not only does Reggie know what I look like riding her son, but now Chris knows what I look like naked too.”

  He snorted. “You made his day. He’s going to save that one for some hand action later.”

  Yeah, she was aware.

  They may be brother and sister, but Emma knew Chris still had a little thing for her. She was a safe place in a turbulent life.

  It was a crush.

  “I would have died,” he admitted, still laughing.

  It was time.

  Emma was going to do the deed her husband dropped in her lap.

  “Speaking of getting all sexed up, do we need to go shopping for the wedding night?” she asked, wiggling her eyebrows.

  He stopped laughing.

  Well, shit!

  She was going to kill her husband.

  “I don’t know,” he admitted.

  Emma had to broach this carefully. Steele was still damaged, and she knew he might need a gentle hand to help him through all of this.

  “Well, you either have sex stuff for the wedding night, or you don’t. So…do we need to go shopping?”

  Steele needed a friend.

  Emma had always treated him with kindness and respect, and that was before he was on the cusp of becoming family. He trusted her.

  He had to.

  “I am scared shitless, Em. God! I want to throw up just thinking about that.”

  Emma took his hand in hers. His fingers still were angled from where Dominic had his goons smash them. The doctors had tried to fix them, but you couldn’t put screws in finger bones. They tended to have to heal on their own.

  Thus, why, his career was over.

  Well, that and he was buried alive. His fear of death was understandable.

  “Why, Steele? What has you so freaked out? Talk to me, and maybe I can help.”

  “I was damaged, Emma.”

  She knew he’d been sodomized and hurt beyond any scope she could imagine, but she needed to help both men.

  Sex mattered.

  It kept a couple grounded.

  It was a way to reconnect when the world got to be too much to bear.

  “Okay, let me ask questions.”

  He trusted her. Emma was always his rock.

  “Okay.”

  “Do you still get all hot and bothered by your soldier boy?” she asked, trying to make it a joke to keep it light. She knew Steele had PTSD from his abduction. She didn’t want him freaking out and canceling the wedding.

  “Yes.”

  “Do you want to get down and dirty with Dante? If you just don’t feel it anymore…?”

  He stopped her.

  “More than I can even tell you. I love him so much, and I miss that intimacy. I know he keeps telling me sex doesn’t matter, but I know it’s a lie. I know he’s…”

  How did he put it?

  “He’s servicing his own needs, and trying to do it so I don’t notice. That tells me it does matter, and now I’m afraid I can’t give him what he needs.”

  That broke her heart.

  It really did.

  Emma wanted to weep for the man. She wished she could go back and save him from Dominic.

  “Have you tried?”

  “No.”

  “Why not?” she asked.

  “Because what if we try and I freak out? What if we try and I can’t…you know?”

  “Want to do it?” she teased. “Want to take a different Croft for a spin?”

  “Oh, is Greyson available?” he teased back. “Send him in. I’ll let him kiss my boo-boos any day.”

  She snorted.

  “Ouch. You got me. I’m chopped liver.”

  Steele leaned back and closed his eyes. Emma joined him, resting her head on his shoulder. She’d done this a lot when he’d moved back into Terrace Glen.

  She was the one who comforted him.

  She’d been the one who stayed with him when he was afraid to be alone.

  She’d been his stand-in mother, of sorts.

  Emma played that role a lot.

  Besides, he’d been brutalized, and he felt safe around her. She was a woman, and Steele knew she’d never expect anything from him.

  “You know you’re not chopped liver. If you had a dick, you’d be my guy.”

  She snorted.

  “I just pictured that. It was all kinds of wrong.”

  He laughed too. “Yeah, I pictured it, too, and now I feel really dirty.”

  They took that moment to just be silent. Emma was giving Steele Bentley time to find his bearings.

  “Thank you, Emma.”

  She gave him a kiss on the cheek.

  “So, do you want to go get some kinkery for your wedding night?”

  He was fidgeting.

  “If you can’t do it, tell me to butt out.”

  “Well, I would like to get something sexy. Dante has this one fantasy.”

  Emma grinned. “Do tell.”

  He told her all about it, and he was flushed at the time. There was no doubt in her mind that Steele still wanted his husband-to-be.

  That made her mission easier.

  “How about we sneak out, hit the porn shop, and get something for your soldier, and mine?” she asked, holding his hand i
n hers.

  “Just us girls?” he teased.

  Emma stared down his body. Steele had an erection, and she knew he was functioning.

  “Uh, you say girls, but someone’s little soldier is saying something totally different.”

  He burst out laughing. “I needed that, and yet, it’s a little embarrassing you just checked out my man parts.”

  She snorted. “Well, a sexy man, is a sexy man.”

  He needed that too.

  That reaffirmation helped.

  “Emma, I love you. I can’t wait for you to be my sister. You’ve…”

  He couldn’t even express it.

  She wiped the tear from his cheek.

  “I have you, Steele.”

  “You’ve helped me through so much. I owe you everything.”

  “Molest your soldier on your wedding night for me. I need help taking those sexy Croft boys down a notch. If you can do that, I’ll be good.”

  He laughed. “Deal.”

  She tugged him up from the bed and to the door.

  “I’ll make Chris come with me. You know, to be my bodyguard.”

  “He’s going to bust your ass for seeing you naked.”

  “Yeah, and I’m going to torture him in the sex shop. One good ass busting deserves another. Plus, we escape Reggie until dinner time.”

  That was the best part of everything she’d said so far.

  He was dreading that moment.

  It was going to suck.

  Big time.

  Greyson found his mother downstairs having a glass of wine. Beside her, Christopher Croft, his father, was sitting.

  He knew he was going to get read the riot act one way or another, so he was ready for it.

  Besides, he’d made a deal with his wife, and for Emma, he’d take it.

  “Hello, mother,” he said, heading straight for the wet bar to get a drink.

  He had a feeling he was going to need it in the worst way. There was a reason everyone in their family was hiding. Normally, they’d all be in there.

  Unfortunately, his mother was enough to scare them away.

  “Dad, do you need a refill?” he asked.

  “No. I’m good, son.”

  Greyson poured a BIG glass of bourbon. It appeared it was time to get his drink on.

  The fun was about to begin.

  “Greyson?” she asked.

  “Yes?” he still didn’t turn. He practically chugged a third of his pricey bourbon to prepare for the charade.