Love and War: A Bad Boy Romance (Small Town Bad Boys Book 2)

by Annette Fields

  After a couple glasses of wine and flirty banter over dinner to heat things up, my body was roaring for his hands to be on me and inside of me.

  "Mmm, I want a blindfold tonight," I murmured as we made our way to the bedroom, delivering teasing kisses and bites and gropes in preview of what was coming.

  "Really?" he asked with surprise. "You're sure, babe?"

  After my kidnapping, I couldn't wear a blindfold in bed without feeling panicked and out of breath. I still loved being tied up and spanked but we'd forgone the blindfold for several months.

  "Yes," I breathed. "I think I'm ready to try it again."

  Liam abruptly yanked my skirt up to my waist, exposing my ass and lacy pink thong to the air that hummed with our chemistry.

  Crack!

  I hissed at the first sweet sting of his firm hand on my ass. He yanked my hair back as his other hand snaked under my blouse to squeeze my tits, my nipples already hard enough to cut glass and as sensitive as my clit.

  "Then ask for it like a good girl," he snarled. "Don't demand it like a little brat."

  Crack!

  "Please, sir," I whimpered as my ass heated with the delicious fire from the impact. "Please, may I have my blindfold tonight?"

  He shoved me to my knees, facing toward the bed while he remained standing behind me.

  "Take the rest of your clothes off and shut your eyes," he ordered.

  "Yes, sir," I purred as I obediently pulled off my blouse and unzipped my skirt.

  I paused, kneeling on the floor in just my matching pink lace bra and thong, knowing he was watching me and relished in the subtle control I had over him.

  Making my movements careful and deliberate, I pulled my hair in front of my shoulder for easier access to my bra clasps. I separated the hooks and slowly let the band peel away from the center of my back.

  Slowly bringing my fingertips up to my shoulders, I peeled off the bra straps one at a time. I held the cups in front of me for a moment before tossing my bra to the side, releasing my breasts from their cage and my nipples to the air.

  Leaning forward, I placed one hand on the floor while I hooked my fingers of the opposite hand into the edge of my thong. Slowly enough to torture him, I peeled the thin fabric over my swollen, tender ass cheeks and away from my already drenched pussy.

  Behind me, I heard Liam inhale a sharp gasp at the sight of my naked body kneeling on the ground and patiently waiting for his lead.

  My heartbeat quickened at the weight of his footsteps behind me. With a soft gasp, my lips parted at the touch of soft fabric on my shoulder and caressing down my back.

  Liam brushed the silk blindfold against my cheek, then let it drape in front of my shoulder. My nipples pointed even harder at the luxuriously soft sensation on my skin.

  He raised it slowly, letting it tickle and caress my skin before flattening it across my eyes and gently tying it behind my head.

  "My good girl looks so beautiful," he murmured as he gently turned me around to face him. "Like a perfect little doll."

  I inhaled sharply as he pinched my nipples between his fingers, spreading his palms over my heavy, swollen breasts with a firm hand.

  "Do you know what good girls get as a reward?"

  The answer was always different. It was like a game. If I guessed correctly, he would tease me less and let me come sooner.

  "A cock in my mouth?" I asked.

  "Yes," he said huskily as he guided my hands up his bare, muscular thighs. "Such a smart girl."

  My hands wrapped around the base of his thick shaft, my fingers not able to meet each other. With both hands I slid the velvety skin up and down over the stiff rod, cupping his heavy balls and massaging his frenulum. Oh, how I wished I could gaze upon his cock, watching it pulse and harden before my very eyes.

  "In your mouth," Liam growled, taking a fistful of my hair and thrusting forward. His bulbous head parted my waiting lips and I sucked it greedily.

  I could only get my mouth halfway down his shaft and used my hands for the rest of the way. We worked into a rhythm together, him thrusting just to my limit and me slurping and stroking him.

  "Fuck, I need your pussy," Liam groaned and lifted me in the air.

  He carried me the short distance to the bed before tossing me, letting me freefall through the air before landing on my back on the soft mattress.

  The next thing I felt was his firm grip on each of my thighs and then his cock splitting me open.

  "Ahhh, fuck!" I yelled more from surprise than pain. He knew how wet I already was and didn't waste any time in ravaging me, owning my pussy.

  His thrusts were deep and angled so that my first orgasm went off like a short fuse. He held me down and fucked me steadily at just the perfect tempo that the orgasms kept coming one after another. Soon they all seemed to blend together and Liam never stopped fucking me so perfectly.

  I clawed at his back, overloaded with the purest pleasure and nothing else. He fit me like a key to a lock that no one else could open.

  With his loudest groan, he penetrated me deeper than he ever had before and emptied himself into me.

  Just feeling his come shoot through me shuddered yet another orgasm through my exhausted, ravaged body.

  "Mmm, you are so good to me, sir," I moaned as he peeled his body away from mine and withdrew from inside me.

  "Don't take that off yet," he said breathlessly when I went to remove the blindfold. "Leave it on until I say to take it off."

  "Liam, babe, I'm spent. I literally cannot come anymore," I protested.

  "Trust me. Just leave it on for a second."

  I obeyed, curious and slightly confused as I tried to listen to what he was doing. Usually we took off all restraints and accessories when we finished and cuddled up for aftercare. This was entirely new.

  "Okay," he said, sounding like he was near the foot of the bed. "You can look now."

  I pulled the blindfold up to my forehead and sat up to see him kneeling on the floor. He held a small, velvet box opened to reveal a brilliant diamond ring.

  "Liam," I choked, feeling dizzy with both physical pleasure and pure, unfiltered love running through me.

  "Hazel," he breathed. "I love you so much. You've taken care of me when I was at the top of my game and also when I was a useless sack of shit. I promise I will never keep anything from you again. Will you marry me?"

  "I have two things to say first," I said, wiping a tear while trying to keep a straight face.

  His face fell. "Okay..."

  "One. That's not the same ring you gave to Katie, right?"

  "Of course not," he scoffed. "Her ring is buried with her. This is all about us. Our life. Our future."

  "I just wanted to ask," I said. "And second... You were never a useless sack of shit."

  That's when I lost it. My tears fell and I exploded into sobs and giggles as I took his face in my hands and kissed him deeply.

  "Of course I'll marry you, you goof," I sniffled. "You're the only one for me."

  His crestfallen face turned into a wide grin as he kissed me back and pulled me close.

  As we embraced, emotional and exuberant about starting the new phase of our lives, our hearts beat in matching rhythms in our naked chests.

  EPILOGUE

  HAZEL

  FIVE YEARS LATER

  "You might want to sit down for this news, Dad."

  Dr. Tanaka gave Liam and I an odd look as she swept the ultrasound wand across my belly. "Over here, where you can see the screen."

  "Is everything okay?" he asked in a worried voice as he moved his chair next to the doctor's and took my hand in a firm grip. With a glance at me, I knew we both feared the worst.

  "Yes, everything's great!" she exclaimed and we both breathed a sigh of relief. "You see this little thing here?" she pointed at the screen.

  "Yes," we said in unison.

  "And this little thing over here?"

  "Mm-hmm."

  She looked at us, a playful smirk on
her lips. "Those two little things looked pretty similar, right?"

  "Yeah..."

  She laughed a hearty, cheerful laugh.

  "Those are heartbeats! You two are having twins."

  We looked at each other in shock for a heart-stopping moment before embracing and kissing in gleeful laughter.

  "Congratulations, you two," Dr. Tanaka beamed proudly as she gently wiped the goo off my belly. "I thought it was exciting watching you go through your first pregnancy but this one will blow it out of the water!"

  "It's definitely a bit more than we were expecting," I admitted, feeling the first worried thoughts bubble up. Liam and I agreed on two children after we got married. Having three seemed like a completely different ball game.

  "We'll make it work, beautiful." Liam kissed my forehead and rubbed my neck. "We always do."

  "Thanks to you," I replied, looking up to kiss him with gratitude. Every day, even after five years of being together, I remained grateful that he was alive and mine.

  Not only did I luck out in having an amazing partner and lover who made me feel gorgeous, appreciated, kept me physically satisfied whether pregnant or not, he also proved to be a devoted father.

  I hardly raised a finger during my first pregnancy with our son Maddox. Once that boy was out of the womb, Liam immediately formed an unbreakable bond with him over dinosaurs, sports, and Legos.

  Now pregnant with two babies, I was going to need all the support and back rubs I could get.

  "I should donate my sperm to science," Liam said as we left Dr. Tanaka's office. "I mean, after Maddox becomes an All-American baseball player and a paleontologist, plus getting you pregnant two more times in one go? Scientists are gonna want to study my juice, babe."

  "Uh-huh," I muttered in an unimpressed tone as I adjusted the seat belt under my baby bump. "How do you know it's your sperm and not my eggs that are worthy of study?"

  "I'm not saying they're not," he protested, giving me an affectionate squeeze on the knee. "It's probably both of us, to be honest. We're creating the next race of superhumans."

  I smiled as I rubbed my hand over my belly. Creating smart, wonderful people with the love of my life was such an amazing feeling.

  Are you sons or daughters in there? Or maybe one of each? I wondered. It was too soon to tell if the babies were identical or fraternal but I did hope for at least one girl. I couldn't imagine living in a house with four boys. I'd have to steal Rosie from Dahlia and Ash to balance out the testosterone.

  Speaking of Rosie, our adorable niece was now a bright and curious five-year-old as of that day. We were heading to her birthday party at Ash & Dahlia's house after our appointment. Earlier in the day, we had already dropped off Maddox there while we did last minute errands.

  Rosie did inherit Dahlia's unique pale blonde, almost silver hair that was so on-trend lately. She also got mine and Asher's green eyes and was already proving to be an ethereal beauty.

  Anytime we hung out with the kids in public, people never failed to approach us and comment on how beautiful she was. Ash, the ever-protective father, nearly got in fights multiple times over people staring at her, trying to touch her or just getting too close. Liam was always quick to stand beside him to protect my precious niece. Even if they weren't biological brothers, those two bonded over their fierce desire to protect their families.

  Maddox, always idolizing his father and uncle, stomped his feet and tried to throw his 3-year-old weight around too. Not that I wanted to encourage my son to get into fights, but it was adorable to see those protective genes already expressing themselves in him.

  Whether girls or boys or both, it warmed my heart to know his younger twin siblings would have a wonderful big brother to look after them.

  When we pulled up to Ash and Dahlia's, the party was just getting under way. A large castle bounce house had just inflated on their front lawn and the high-pitched shouts of excited five-year-olds rang throughout the air.

  Maddox and Rosie the birthday girl were playing in the sandbox next to the house. They sat hunched over and dug slowly with serious concentration, no doubt looking for dinosaur bones.

  Ash and a couple of other fathers gathered around the large charcoal grill with beers in their hands, chatting while my brother flipped enough burgers and hot dogs to feed a small army.

  Liam and I waved to the other adults at the shaded picnic table and grinned at each other as we approached. They would go nuts once they heard the news.

  "What have we missed?" he asked as we sat down.

  "Well, Maddox gave Grandma a natural history lesson," Dahlia said with amusement in her eyes. "She tried to inform him that God created the earth in six days and he said, 'That's impossible, Grandma! Dinosaurs went extinct 65 million years ago!'"

  "That's my boy," Liam said proudly as he dug through the cooler for a drink. "Too smart for his own good."

  Internally I bristled a little. I would have to talk to my mom later. Ash and Dahlia kept minimal, supervised contact with our parents when Rosie was born, with the understanding that they would not attempt to undermine their parenting. When we had Maddox, we followed their same example.

  Fortunately, I inherited a wonderful set of in-laws. Detective Barnes and his wife Gina were wonderful grandparents and indulged in all of Maddox's curiosities and interests. I didn't have to worry about him coming home from their house asking why people would go to Hell even if they were nice.

  "So how did the appointment go?" Dahlia asked, shading her eyes from the sun as she peered at us.

  Liam and I looked at each other and dropped our smiles into serious frowns at the same time. His eyes twinkled mischievously and I knew mine did too. We were always on the same wavelength.

  "Is everything okay?" Dahlia asked worriedly as she leaned forward in her seat.

  "We saw something... unexpected," Liam said, maintaining his serious face as he took my hand and squeezed it.

  I bit my lip to keep from smiling but goddamn it was hard.

  "Oh my God," Dahlia's brows furrowed as she searched our expressions. "What did you see?"

  "We saw... two--"

  I couldn't keep a straight face anymore so I buried my head into Liam's shoulder, my shoulders shaking with giddy laughter, although it could have looked like I was sobbing.

  "Two? Two what?" Dahlia demanded.

  I peeked at her, letting my joyous smile shine through.

  "Two babies."

  "Two babies?!"

  Dahlia looked from me to Liam, confusion still on her face for a moment before she slapped Liam's arm.

  "You jerks! You totally had me worried!" she cried.

  "The doctor did the same thing to us," Liam admitted, his smile growing infectiously. "We had to pass it on."

  Dahlia turned in her seat. "Ash, babe! Come here!"

  "What's up, Doll?" Ash meandered over and stood behind Dahlia, rubbing his hand across her shoulders.

  "They're having twins!" she declared, pointing at us.

  My brother's eyes widened at us. "No shit, you serious?"

  We nodded in unison with huge, unerasable smiles as Dahlia smacked his chest.

  "Honey, language. The kids."

  "Honey, violence. The kids," he shot back, rubbing where she slapped him before giving her a teasing kiss on her cheek.

  We spread the news to the other parents at the party, bantering, sharing stories and accepting advice and congratulations. Liam's hand remained firmly at the small of my back, never letting go and supporting me through it all.

  Through our touches, kisses, and looks, I felt the love, passion, and solidness of our relationship pass through us.

  We didn't have to say the words to know.

  Carrying two infants would be tough. Raising them along with a toddler would be tougher. But we'd get through it because we had each other to lean on.

  After being so close to losing each other once, not even a war would break our love.

  Thank you!

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