He’d really jacked this one up.
“Natasha!”
There was no answer.
What the hell?
Chris couldn’t believe it.
He’d screwed this one up royally. All he had to do was ask the woman out to the gallery opening. It was one damn sentence, and he couldn’t do it.
This was what he meant when he told Emma he was going to do something to hurt Natasha.
It wasn’t intentional.
Still..
He was quite possibly the biggest idiot who ever lived. He couldn’t believe he’d let this opportunity pass him by. For the last two weeks, Natasha had been avoiding him, and here, she finally popped back into his room, and life, and he fucked it up. Deep down, Chris knew the truth.
He wasn’t going to get a second chance.
It was done.
He’d let her slip through his fingers—along with any chance of finding a woman who would give a rat’s ass about him.
He sighed.
“I’m a moron,” he muttered, staring down at the ground as he tried to find any sign of her.
She was gone.
Yeah, so much for their date. This was going to be the end of that path. He’d burned it down with his inability to do anything spontaneous.
What a damn idiot.
Chris was going to smack the stupid out of himself for this one. He was an asshole, and he couldn’t blame Natasha for leaving.
He’d run too.
Maybe this was meant to be.
Maybe it was for the best.
He had to kiss this pipe dream goodbye.
For both of their sakes.
She watched him from the arbor covered in roses. She and Katerina loved hiding in there. No one ever thought to look among the flowers for someone.
From where she sat, she could see him.
He looked troubled.
Natasha didn’t understand it at all. One minute he was watching her, and the next, he was pushing her away.
Maybe Emma was wrong.
Maybe he didn’t want anything to do with her. All Natasha knew was she was tired of waiting.
It hurt to be continually pushed away. She wanted to feel what Katerina had in the worst way, but she needed to come to grips with the fact that while Chris Ford was her soulmate, she wasn’t his.
That made her sad.
As she wiped her eyes, she stared at him one last time.
Natasha needed to get away.
It was time to hide.
Her heart couldn’t handle any more pain. She’d already suffered more than enough. Now she needed to mourn this loss.
The loss of her soulmate.
Chapter Three
Friday Morning
W hen she woke, Greyson was watching her. His eyes tracked her every movement. It was always so damn hot to wake up beside her sexy pirate. His eyes were so deep and silver that she swore she was falling into them.
From the scar on his cheek, to the salt and pepper in his dark black hair, Emma loved everything about the man.
He was gentle, sweet, and full of fire.
Yeah, and he was as horny as hell.
That was Emma’s favorite part. Since becoming the mob in Vegas, her husband had changed. Before, Greyson carried himself like a Fed. He thought out every step, every plan, and every word. Now he wasn’t accountable to anyone but himself, and that came across in every action.
He did what he wanted.
He took what he craved.
He didn’t take no for an answer.
It was sexy.
“Hello, handsome,” she said, running her fingers through the scattering of chest hair. It immediately turned her on when his body rippled beneath her touch.
“Hello, Emma, my sweet.”
She moved closer. When her leg brushed his erection, he found her hip with his fingers and ran them over the silky skin he found there.
“I love waking up with you,” he admitted. “I love burying my dick in you even more.”
Her heart skipped as his words caused the wetness to appear out of nowhere.
Yeah, she wanted him.
“Want to try and make a baby?” he whispered in her ear, hoping she was in the mood. “I feel like growing our family, and the thought of you carrying my child turns me on.”
He was always in the mood, and he couldn’t help it.
When his breath tickled her flesh, it sent a myriad of goosebumps across her body.
“Yes, Greyson, yes!”
Emma knew she was likely already pregnant, but she wanted to wait. Why should they both worry?
This was about giving her sexy caveman anything he wanted. God knew she’d take her heart from her chest if he asked.
Greyson Croft ruled her world.
At her words, he rolled, trapping his wife beneath him. “I’ve been watching you the last hour. I wanted to wake you up, but I also wanted to watch you sleep. You’re my treasure.”
Oh, he was definitely at the top of her list of amazing things she couldn’t live without. He was number one for a reason, and the nudge of his erection was exactly why. When he filled her, Emma had no worries in the world.
It was just them, in their castle, safely locked away.
Here was their sanctuary.
“Make love to me,” she said, leaving a trail of kisses across his throat. When she nipped him on the neck, he shook.
“You make it so damn hard not to just take you,” he admitted. “I wake wanting you, I go to sleep wanting you, and I can’t imagine not having you as my wife.”
“Then have me,” she offered, wrapping her legs around his hips. When the hardness of his erection slid through the wetness pooling between her legs, she knew he got the picture.
She wanted her husband too.
“I love how you’re already naked for me.”
Did she have a choice?
Greyson, as of late, wanted her naked in their bed. When she put on clothes, he took them off. There was this out of control need in him to plant his child in her body, and for two weeks, they’d fornicated every given chance.
She’d wake to him over and in her.
She’d wake to his mouth leaving a trail of fire across her skin.
She’d wake with her hands trapped above her, and her husband driving himself home over and over again.
When he wanted her naked, and ready for him, he wasn’t kidding.
And she didn’t mind.
Being this sexy pirate’s woman was well worth sleeping naked every day for the rest of her life.
“I want you to scream my name,” he admitted. “When you cum, I want you to beg and plead for more until you can’t handle the pleasure.”
She didn’t doubt she would.
As he slid down her body, taking the covers with him, she was bare and his to admire.
That was his other request.
Or maybe it was a demand.
Greyson was taking their love making to a whole new level. Before, he didn’t mind going down on her with hair.
Now he wanted nothing between them.
Again, she didn’t mind.
Greyson could have her anyway he wanted, as long as he didn’t stop wanting what they’d built.
“I love you,” he said, nipping her breasts with his teeth. When she shook, as a reward, he moved lower. His tongue circled her navel, teasing her with what was to come.
Her.
“Greyson,” she whispered, her fingers sliding into the rich silkiness of his hair. She knew it was going to be one hell of a wild ride, so she would have to brace herself.
It didn’t take him long to zone in on that one spot on her body. His mouth sought the sensitive little bud, and he began torturing her. Greyson held her legs open, refusing to let her move as he teased, tormented, and drove her right to the edge and over.
She gasped.
She came.
She didn’t shout his name.
It wasn’t good enough for him. Greyson want
ed to hear her breathless gasp and his name shouted over and over again. Instead of giving her a break, he worked her harder. He drove her back into the frenzy, making his wife beg for a break. He used his fingers, tongue, and teeth to make her cum again and again.
She finally gave him exactly what he wanted.
She shouted his name as she fell, and she begged him to bury himself in her body.
Well, he could do that.
Sliding up her torso, he left a trail of heated kisses. He wanted her to feel every inch of him rubbing against her. Greyson wanted her to be reminded that this was theirs.
She was his.
In that room, he was the king, and she was his queen. When he found himself braced above her, staring down into her eyes, he wanted so much more.
“I was going to just take you, but now I want you to ride me, Emma. I want to watch you slide down my dick until I fill you.”
Her heart skipped. “Yes, please,” she whispered.
Greyson grabbed her and rolled. He found himself on the bottom, his wife above him. “Take me for a ride,” he stated, watching the sexy flush across her body.
Yeah, he’d do anything to see this every single day. Emma’s lush breasts, the curves and dips that he owned, and that delicious space between her legs that held his sweetest of treasures, would always make his heart pound.
Yeah, this was his Heaven.
“Show me how much you love me, Emma. Make me feel so much.”
She took his erection in her hand and stroked him. When he moaned, she rubbed the tip of him through the wetness. When he closed his eyes, she slid him home.
It was slow.
It was inch by inch.
It was to prove a point.
While he could undo her with teeth and tongue, she could undo him with that silky glide into her body.
Now it was time to make her husband beg.
Emma began moving, bracing her hands on his big chest. She couldn’t help but stare down at the rock on her finger. It made her breath hitch.
She loved him more than her own life.
This man was her everything.
“Oh, Emma,” he muttered, as she rode him hard. His chest was moving as he fought to get in enough air.
She worked him over and then some.
Just as he began tightening deep within her body, she stopped moving.
His silvery eyes popped open and he growled. “You’re teasing me, kitten. You know what happens when you play with me.”
Her melodious laughter filled their bedroom. “What are you going to do? Spank me?” she teased.
Greyson moved and moved fast. It looked like this was going to be a rougher morning than his sweet Emma had expected, and maybe that was the point.
Before Emma knew it, she was over his knee, and his hand had already connected with her ass.
She moaned.
He hit her again.
Emma felt the flush rush up and down her body.
God!
She loved this side of him. Before turning in his badge, he was a caveman.
Now?
He was out of control and so dominant that she never thought he’d be able to go back to what he’d once been.
She loved when he took control.
Emma could only feel.
She didn’t have to think.
When she went to ask for more, he rolled again, forcing her to the mattress beneath him. She blinked up at him, realizing he had her pinned.
She was trapped.
A part of Emma wanted to do cartwheels around the room.
“Fuck me, Greyson.”
That was all he needed to hear. With one long stroke, he was buried deep within her body.
Then the fun began.
He began pummeling her with long, delicious strokes meant to make her crazy.
And they did.
With each one, she shook beneath him.
Then she came.
Greyson didn’t stop. He couldn’t. He wanted to do nothing less than explode in her body. He wanted to force himself into her in hopes they’d make a life.
He wanted her pregnant, lush, and carrying his child before the year was out.
He had plans.
He wanted what he wanted.
The mere thought drove him insane.
He began driving himself home, burying himself to the base of his dick. When she began begging for more, he gave her everything he had.
Yeah, she was his.
Emma would always be his.
“I’m going to cum,” he muttered, his body tightening from all the pleasure.
“God! Yes! Cum in me!” she begged, as he slid home one more time. They both broke apart, her shouting his name, and him exploding in one hell of a wave of heat.
His body covered hers as he fought to recover.
Emma cuddled into the protective embrace of his arms. This was one of her favorite places to be.
“Mmmm,” he muttered, as she ran her hands over his back. “I love you, Emma.”
“I adore you, Greyson Croft. You’re my sexy caveman and I can’t live without you.”
“We made fire.”
She snorted. “Hell, yeah, we did.”
He rolled to his side.
“Will you be safe today with Chris?” he asked. “If you say yes, I won’t lose my mind.”
Emma knew why he was worried.
She couldn’t blame him in the least.
Vegas had him on edge, and for a very good reason too. Commissioner Raye was relatively quiet.
That wasn’t the norm.
When the troublemakers went silent, that always worried them. They’d taken a strike at him, fooling him into opening an envelope on camera. It made him look like he was in Greyson’s pocket.
He came across as crooked, and that was the irony of it all.
They were still riding that high.
Only, his silence spoke volumes. They were waiting for the repercussions. It wasn’t if they happened.
It was when.
“I’ll be very safe. We’re going to the missing man’s house, and then I’ll meet you at ‘Aquarius’ for something to eat. I want to meet Tiffany Harding. I might have some questions to ask her after I root through her things.”
He figured she would.
This wasn’t Emma’s first day investigating. He knew how she liked to work. She’d gather the information, and then she’d hit up the woman to see what else she could dig out of her.
“We’ll handle Tony Mays, and meet you there.”
She ran her fingers over the scar on his cheek. It reminded her of their first few weeks together. So much had changed.
They’d changed.
They’d become a force to reckon with in Vegas.
“If you’re a good boy, I’ll play the piano for you. Would you like that?”
He grinned.
Would he?
Hell yeah!
“I’m seldom a good boy, kitten. I think I proved that this morning.”
She was amused by his ego. “You are a very bad boy in bed, and I am eternally grateful for that.”
“I can’t help it. Spanking my kitten always makes me want to do really naughty things.”
She flushed.
Yeah, her too.
“Like?” she asked, trying to turn her sexy cave-Croft back on all over again.
Emma wanted more.
He whispered in her ear, and her eyes went huge. “Greyson! That’s…filthy!”
Yeah, he was aware.
It didn’t negate that he wanted it so much he could already picture it in his head.
“Well?”
Emma didn’t have to think about it for long. She’d do anything he asked. “I’m in.”
Greyson scooped her up and carried her into their bathroom. She squealed when he put his hands all over her.
“Greyson Croft! You’re a very bad boy.”
Yeah, that was him.
He was the self-proclaimed king of the wicked.<
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* * * G r e y s o n C r o f t * * *
LVPD
This was a long time coming.
In fact, he thought this day would never arrive, but it had. The tables were about to be turned on the Croft family.
Commissioner Jeffery Raye had been praying for this moment for weeks. When Thomas Christ was given the job as Captain of Homicide, he knew it was a sign.
Things were going to change.
It was going turn the tide, and give him the advantage in the city. Greyson was screwed, and here was his day of reckoning.
From here on out, the Crofts were going to be in for one hell of a surprise. They thought they were smarter, better, and more adept than he was, and that wasn’t the truth.
He had an ace up his sleeve.
Thomas Christ was that ace.
He was wicked.
He was evil.
He was willing to sell his soul to the highest bidder, and he had a little secret that Greyson would never see coming.
Oh, not in a million years.
He knew what kind of man Croft was, and this was going to rattle him to his core. By the time the week was out, the Crofts would be finished in Vegas.
He’d bet on it.
In fact, he already was.
Christ was their savior.
That made him laugh.
Oh, the irony.
He was exactly the kind of man that they needed running this office. Now, he could control the situation a little better. With his old buddy, from back East, it would be a cake walk.
As the man approached, sporting his new uniform, Jeffery Raye was amused.
Oh, the Crofts didn’t know what the hell was coming for them. This man was ruthless, and he would get the entire force focused on one thing.
Pinning Mace Bristol’s murder on that bastard Greyson Croft. Christ would stir them up, tear the city to pieces, and stop at nothing until that two-bit mob family was buried in the rubble.
Oh, he couldn’t wait.
He thought he was funny with the envelope stunt. Well, he had news for him.
He wouldn’t be laughing much longer.
How did you take down an ex-cop?
It was simple.
You pointed a dirty cop at them.
Thomas Christ was that man. He was willing to do the deeds, and he’d be a lap dog for the highest bidder. The man had no business wearing a uniform, and he knew it. He was as crooked as the day was long, he had the morals of an alley cat, and he didn’t think twice about pulling the trigger.
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