Colette spins around, planting her hands on her hips. “Tyson Grant, you can’t just decide what I do and when.”
I spear her with another charming smile, but this is one I reserve just for her. “What if I have something really special planned, and I promise you are going to love it?”
A corner of her perfect mouth lifts, and her brown eyes soften. “Does it involve more spanking?” she asks sassily.
“Do you want it to?”
Colette huffs but fights a smile as she stalks to her desk where she grabs her purse from a drawer. “Are you going to share theses special plans, caveman?”
I laugh and close the distance between us, pulling her into my arms. “And ruin the surprise?” I plant a quick kiss on her mouth, then take her hand and lead her out of the office. We stop long enough for her to lock the door, then proceed down the hallway to the elevators.
“Your special plans were to take me home?” Colette asks, her voice filled with confusion. We’ve just pulled into our garage, and I chuckle as I help her alight from the car.
“Spending the day tomorrow with you tied to our bed sounds pretty special to me,” I tease as I lead her inside.
Her brows dip, and she glares at me adorably. “Not that I’m completely opposed to the idea”—I grin but she shakes her head and continues—“but couldn’t it wait until the weekend?”
I tuck her into my side and kiss her temple. “I’ll put it on the calendar. Tonight, I had something different in mind.”
We’ve reached the dining room and when we enter, Colette gasps at the scene before her. The table is set with china and crystal goblets, a vase of Gerber daisies sits in the center, next to a silver bucket with a bottle chilling in the ice. She walks up to the table and pulls out the bottle, then looks at me with a raised eyebrow.
I shrug and grin at the sparkling cider. “Just in case.” Colette smiles and laughs as she replaces the bottle in the bucket. Then she spots the plate with the little box on top and moves towards it. I follow behind and wait until she’s picked it up and turns to give me a look of hope mixed with curiosity.
Gently, I take the box from her hand and open it to reveal her mother’s diamond ring. I’m saving the band as a surprise on our wedding day. “The moment I met you, I knew you were it for me. I want everyone else to know it too.” I remove the ring and set the box down before sliding the diamond on her hand. She inhales sharply when she sees the ring.
“My mother’s ring?”
I nod and smile as I cup her cheeks in my palms. “I love you, Colette. I’m going to make you my wife and the mother of my children.”
Colette beams at me and practically jumps into my arms. “You love me?”
I put my hands on her ass and boost her up farther, so her legs go around my waist. “Of course, I love you, baby.”
“I love you, too!” she shouts as she throws her arms around my neck.
“I know.” I crash my mouth over hers and she opens for me immediately. Our tongues tangle and dance, our heavy breaths mingling together and I can’t wait. I start walking and Colette pulls back and looks around.
“Aren’t we going to eat?”
My lips spread into a wolfish grin. “Oh, we’re going to eat, baby. I’m going to make a meal of your pussy, then feed you my cock, before I stuff you full of my cum.”
Colette squirms and mumbles something about me hurrying my ass up, making me throw my head back in laughter.
Several hours later, she is spread out on top of me, naked and sweaty, my half-hard cock still inside her. Our breathing is beginning to even out and I thread my fingers with those of her left hand and bring it to my mouth. I kiss the ring and stare into her deep brown eyes. “Mine.”
She nods. “Yours.”
“Tomorrow,” I say with determination. Colette’s brow rises and she looks at me incredulously.
“Pardon?”
“We’re getting married tomorrow. You’re probably already pregnant, and I don’t want to wait to make you mine.”
She looks like she’s going to argue for half a second, then she melts into me, laying her head on my chest and sighing contentedly. “Okay.”
“We can do the big wedding thing later,” I offer as I nuzzle my chin on the top of her head.
Her head moves in a tiny shake. “I don’t really have any desire to do the big wedding without my mom to share it with,” she says softly. “I just want to be your wife.”
“Good. Now”—I shift as my cock begins to stiffen once again—“let’s practice for our wedding night.”
Epilogue
Colette
“Hey, baby.” Tyson comes up behind me and wraps his arms around my rounded belly. The baby kicks right where his palms rest as he buries his face in my neck, pressing his lips against my fluttering pulse. “Can we hold off on dinner for a little while? Or will our little shoe get pissed because he’s starving?”
Tyson has been tossing around size analogies ever since the doctor used a sweet pea to describe how big the baby was at our first visit six months ago. The first thing he did when we got home was search the internet to find a chart for the rest of the pregnancy. When he found one geared towards men with things like a golf ball and a pint of beer on it, he became obsessed—like he is with everything related to my pregnancy. Every week, he checks to see how big the baby is and tosses that reference into conversation as often as he can.
Everyone in both of our offices thinks it’s hilarious because he’s such a proud and overprotective papa already. But they’re not the ones who have to deal with him trying to wrap them in bubble wrap every day. I am—and I’ll never admit it to Tyson, because I like to give him a hard time about it, but his uber-vigilance just makes me love him even more. I did happily marry a caveman, after all.
“I did more than a little taste testing while I was cooking”—I pat my belly above his hands—“so I should be good for another half-hour, maybe.”
Waiting thirty minutes for dinner shouldn’t be a struggle, but our son has been wreaking havoc with my appetite, making me hungry all of the time. I also crave the strangest things, like the toast I had last night with vanilla ice cream on top of it.
Tyson steps away, tugging on my hand to lead me out of the kitchen. “That’ll be just enough time for what I have in mind.”
“Ooh, really?” I waggle my eyebrows at him and put a little extra wiggle in my hips since the other thing that’s been out of control during my pregnancy is my sex drive.
“Unless you want to give your dad a surprise he’ll never unsee”—Tyson gives me a quick swat on my butt—“you’d better save that for later.”
“My dad? He’s in on this?” I run my thumb across the underside of my rings, remembering the last time the two most important men in my life had surprised me. Not only had my dad given Tyson my mom’s diamond ring for his proposal, he’d also let him have her wedding band. Tyson, being the man that he is, took it a step further and had a matching one made for himself and surprised me with both of them on our wedding day. How he managed to pull that off—along with the small, intimate ceremony and reception of my dreams—in such a short time remains a mystery to me to this day.
“Yeah, it’s more his surprise than mine. All I did was help a little bit,” he explains as he leads me through our side yard to the fence between our property and the neighbors to the left. My brows lift high when he unlatches a gate which wasn’t there the last time I’d been on this side of the house.
“We can’t just sneak into the Anderson’s yard,” I hiss, yanking on his hand to try to slow him down before we get caught.
“Don’t worry, Colette. You’re not going to get into trouble for being here,” my dad calls out from their back porch. The brand-new patio furniture that had arrived a few weeks ago is no longer there. Instead, there’s a set that looks an awful lot like the one at my dad’s house. The one he’d imported from Italy.
I’m even more confused when my dad walks through the French d
oors leading into the kitchen. Tyson and I follow him, going straight through the dining room into the family room. “What? How?” I twirl around in a circle, taking in the familiar furnishings and decorations from my childhood home before stopping to stare at my dad in awe. “I don’t understand. Why is all of your stuff here?”
My dad beams a smile at me before he answers, “Because I’m your new neighbor. I moved in today.”
I shake my head in disbelief. “But the house wasn’t even for sale. There was no sign in front, and the Andersons didn’t say anything about moving.”
My dad tilts his head in Tyson’s direction. “That’s where your husband comes in. He can be awfully convincing when he wants to be.”
“You’re giving me too much credit, Carson,” Tyson disagrees. “All I did was make the original suggestion and introduction. You’re the one who gave them an offer they couldn’t refuse.”
“An offer they couldn’t refuse?” I echo, still not fully understanding how this all came about. “You’re the head of a studio, not the mafia.”
My dad’s smile grows wider. “All I did was suggest that we swap houses. Mine for theirs.”
My jaw drops in shock. Our neighborhood is fantastic, but the property values aren’t quite on par with my dad’s estate. “You traded houses with the Andersons? That’s insane. You had to have lost several million on the deal.”
My dad shrugs his shoulders like it’s no big deal. “Yeah, but their house had something more precious than all the money in the world. My daughter, son-in-law, and grandson right next door.”
I turn to look up at Tyson. “And you’re totally on board with having your father-in-law as your neighbor?”
His blue eyes crinkle in the corners as he smiles down at me. “Of course, I am, baby. Your dad and I get along great. Plus, he’ll be around more often to help me keep an eye on you and our little shoe.”
Between my dad, husband, and son, I’m destined to be surrounded by testosterone, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.
Epilogue
Tyson
“And that’s four,” I grunt smugly as I roll to my side and cuddle Colette tightly in my arms.
She lifts her torso and leans on an elbow, digging it into my chest. “Tyson Alan Grant”—she narrows her eyes—“are you trying to get me pregnant again to keep up with Theo and Austin?”
It’s impossible for me to stop the grin that splits my face, and I wink at her. “Maybe. Or maybe I’m just trying to beat Remington.” She growls adorably, and I lift up to peck her sweet mouth. “But we both want a large family, so what does it matter that I got you pregnant today?”
“It matters to my boobs who are still nursing Imogen! That’s who!”
My eyes drift down to her heavy tits, and I lick my lips hungrily as my cocks stirs.
“Tyson, focus,” she snaps.
I raise an eyebrow, completely unrepentant. “You’re the one who brought them up. Can I help it if I want another taste?”
Colette squirms, and my cock springs to attention. “How do you even know you got me pregnant just now?” she huffs, trying to hide her desire behind her annoyance.
My expression turns cocky. “Haven’t I known every time?” I grasp her around the torso and drag her up until her tits are hovering over my mouth. A bead of milk forms on one nipple, and I lick it up before sucking on the hard bud.
“Yes,” she concedes with a moan.
Her legs are straddling mine, and the head of my dick is right at her opening, the heat from her pussy causing it to leak. “For the sake of argument, let’s just make sure I’ve filled you up with so much cum, there’s no way I haven’t knocked you up.”
I bend my knees and widen my legs, then grasp her waist and pull her down just as I surge up and bury myself to the hilt. Her cervix is soft when my tip bumps against it, and it has my cock already spurting cum. “You’re so ready for me, aren’t you, baby?” I grit as I try to hold back my orgasm. “Your womb is begging for my baby.” Her pussy contracts, and the tight hold it has on my cock is almost painful.
I gently push her up so she’s sitting, and we both groan as I sink a little deeper. “Ride me, Colette,” I command. She starts to move, and she looks so incredible with her head back, her midnight hair streaming down her back and her tits bouncing. I look down and watch my cock disappear into her sex, the sight making the caveman inside me roar with satisfaction.
She’s getting close and I know I’m not going to last much longer, so I pinch and pluck her nipples a few times, the tips overly sensitive from feeding our baby. She cries out, and her movements become more frantic. I slap each ass cheek once and she moans as she flushes with desire, her mouth dropping open and her eyes squeezing shut.
“I’m so close,” she mumbles. “Please, Tyson.”
“Please what, baby? You know I’ll give you anything, but you have to ask for it.” I clench her ass and help her slam down on my cock each time I buck up my pelvis.
“Please, make me come,” she begs. Her hands had been on my shoulders, steadying herself, but she leans back and they glide up her torso to cup her tits, before twisting her rosy nipples.
It’s so fucking hot, I can’t help losing the battle with my control. My balls tingle as my orgasm begins to spread through my body. “You want me to make you come so your womb opens up and takes my seed?” I grunt, barely able to talk. “Tell me you want another baby, Colette.”
“Oh, yes!” she shouts. “I want to come. Give me another baby, Ty.” Ecstasy crashes over me and I slip a hand between the front to her legs to press on her clit, setting her off with me. “Yes! Yes! Yes!”
I punch up my hips one more time and hold her down so there is not a sliver of space between us, making sure all my cum stays inside.
When the world starts to piece back together and my breathing becomes a little easier, I tug Colette down to give her a kiss filled with passion and love. She sighs and cuddles into me. “Definitely number four,” she whispers with a giggle.
I grin and nuzzle my nose in her silky hair before kissing the crown of her head. “Maybe even five,” I joke with a yawn.
Colette slaps my chest, making me laugh. “I love you, Tyson Grant,” she says sweetly.
“I love you too, Colette Grant,” I mumble before I fall asleep still buried inside her.
“ARE YOU KIDDING ME?” Colette screams at the ultrasound technician, making her stumble back. A self-satisfied chuckle escapes my mouth, but I quickly wipe the smile from my face when my wife turns her lethal brown eyes to me.
“You,” she snarls. “You did this to me.” The cocky grin begins to reappear; I can’t help it. “You are never touching me again,” she threatens in a low, deadly tone.
“We’ll see,” I respond, taking my life in my hands. Still, she knows I’m right. My woman is horny as fuck when she’s pregnant. Possibly another reason I enjoy keeping her knocked up.
I gentle my expression and take her hand before lifting my chin in the direction of the small screen that’s displaying three tiny little bodies. “Are you really upset?” I ask gently.
Her whole body softens, and she smiles sweetly at the sight of our triplets. “No. I don’t know how I’m going to do it and run the company my dad just handed over to me, but I love them so much already.”
“Me too. And I promise, I’ll still be there to help every step of the way, just like I have with the other three.”
Colette turns her head and brushes a kiss over my lips. “You’re an amazing dad, Tyson. I couldn’t ask for a better father for my children.”
I frown fiercely and growl, “If you ever talk about another man fathering your children, you’re going to earn yourself a spanking, wife.”
She laughs and the sound eases some of my anger, soothing me like it always does. “Okay, Mr. Neanderthal.” Her head shakes, and she pushes lightly against my chest. “Go. I know your dying to call the boys and tell them you knocked up your wife with babies four, five, and six.”
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The grin is back, spreading widely over my face. Oh, yeah. This is gonna be fun.
Remington’s story—Daredevil—is coming soon! Curious about the hotel where his Las Vegas heist movie is going to be filmed? Drew Lennox, the owner of the hotel, gets his happily ever after in It’s Vegas, Baby.
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It’s Vegas, Baby
When Andrew Lennox spotted Autumn standing at the registration desk of his Las Vegas hotel, she was instantly his obsession. With Autumn leaving to spend a year in Africa, their time was limited. But Drew was determined to use every second convincing Autumn of what he already knew. She was his. And no matter how long she was gone or how far away, that would never change.
Chapter 1
Drew
“Knox, have one of your guys check on table six. Valerie pressed her in-house silent alarm.”
Knox Dawson, my head of security and best friend, nodded and silently left the security room. There were more than fifty monitors in the room, keeping track of well over two thousand cameras. A lot of casinos would rather buy more slot machines than focus on security, but I didn’t take the same attitude. I wanted my employees and patrons to be as safe as possible. Each table had two buttons for the dealer. One alerted hotel security, mostly used to handle rowdy patrons or possible cheating. The second was directly to the police in case of a robbery.
I brought my eyes back to table six and saw that Knox had sent Paul who was now bent low and speaking to a man with a small stack of chips and a glass of what I presumed was alcohol. The man threw up his arms, knocking his drink and chips off of the table. Paul tried to speak one more time but when the man began yelling, another guard showed up and the two of them “escorted” him out of the casino.
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