by B. J. Harvey
“Makenna Lewis, but everyone calls me Mac.” I look down at her outstretched hand and make a point of raking my eyes down her scrub clad body. I can feel my jaw twitching as I look back up at her face. I pull out my best panty-melting grin as I put my hand in hers, shaking it once while deliberately running the length of my fingers down her hand, relishing in the electricity buzzing between us. My mom always warned me that my grin would get me into trouble, but right now I’m willing to get involved in any kind of trouble Mac has to offer.
“Daniel Winters,” I reply. I see her bite her lip and don’t miss the shudder that shakes her body. I can see that I’m affecting her just as much as she’s affecting me and I love it. My horrible day at work has suddenly taken a turn for the better.
“Where are you headed tonight? Have you just finished work, or just starting?” I ask, reaching up to hold on to the cabin’s overhead rail while looking down at her. Her eyes dart to my arms then slowly peruse my chest. I notice that she has zeroed in on the small section of my chest where my shirt had come away from my slacks, and I know she must have gotten a look at my abs. I’m not a showy guy, but I do workout daily, so I know that my abs are fairly tight. And by the way she’s looking at me, I could swear she's almost drooling.
“Ah work, yeah, I just finished my shift at North Western,” she mutters, shaking her head.
“Ah, a doctor then?” I ask with a smile.
“I’m a nurse in the ICU.” We just look at each other, grinning like idiots and waiting for the other to speak, but it’s not an awkward silence. No, I’m enjoying the tension pulsing between us. It’s full of possibilities that I really want to explore, possibly naked.
“And how about you? Let me guess … a lawyer? No, wait, maybe an accountant? Nope, not that either. My last answer is undertaker.” She tilts her head to the side, looking adorable as she gives me a ‘Whatcha got for me now?’ look.
I crack up laughing. This girl has spunk. She’s hilarious and has already proven that she has an awesome personality. Personality and intelligence win me over every time. I decide there and then that my goal for the night is to get this woman’s phone number because everything about her is turning me on. And by the way she’s looking at me, I think the feeling is definitely mutual.
“I’m a stockbroker,” I reply, leaning in and putting my spare arm on the back of her seat. It’s as if there is a magnetic pull, and all I want to do is get closer to her. She smells like vanilla—a scent that comforts and attracts me. This woman has me tied in knots at every turn, and I’ve only just met her. How is that possible?
“And I guess none of my sexy nurse jokes will win me any favors with you either, right?” She laughs, and I’m a goner. It has been a long time since a woman has evoked such a strong reaction from me and not just my bod—because Lord knows she is gorgeous—but my mind as well. Probably not, but you never know your luck in the big city,” she muses.
I nod in agreement, grinning at her sass. “Duly noted.”
“So, you like to play with money then.”
Wow, she’s being rather blatant. Normally that would put me off, but now it’s simply serving to intrigue me even more. I smirk, knowing full well that the dimples my mom says are my best weapon against women are coming out to play.
“I like playing with other people’s money,” I murmur, taking another chance to scan her body head to toe. I can’t get enough. Damn, she is everything I like in a woman, and I haven’t even seen her out of her scrubs.
“Sounds like fun. What else do you like to do?”
I feel the sides of my mouth curl up. Her beautiful blue eyes dart up to mine again before she looks out the window, and I see a blush crawl up those smooth pink cheeks of hers. Even in her scrubs she looks like any man’s naughty nurse fantasy. Shit! I need to get my head on straight; otherwise she’s going to think I’m just another leering creep on the late night train.
“Lots of things.” I hesitate, taking the time to think about my answer. I need to be witty … funny enough to make her laugh. Hell, I could be blunt as fuck and say, ‘Well actually, gorgeous, I’d like to take you home, strip you naked, and devour you in front of my floor to ceiling windows for all of Chicago to see,’ but I can’t see that going down so well. Although, with that glint in her eye, maybe it would. It makes me think there is more to this sexy as hell woman than meets the eye.
I reply to her question without engaging my filter. I figure that if I want to get to know her better, she needs a taste of what I’m like.
“Candlelit dinners, long walks … sex on the beach …”
My smile grows larger as her eyes widen. I see the spark alight in her eyes, and I know that it’s all on. I may come across as overly confident, but there is something about this woman that intrigues me. In our brief exchange, she has held her own and fired one-liners back at me with equal vigor and charm.
“How about we start with my bed?” she says with a sexy smile and a wink.
She’s the whole package, and what’s even better is that she has absolutely no idea that she is. I may not know much about her right now, but I have every intention of finding out.
That was the night I met Makenna Lewis.
My future Lois Lane.
Bonus Content
Mac & Daniel’s First Christmas
“Wake up, gorgeous,” I hear a husky voice whisper excitedly in my ear from the warm hard body currently cocooning mine.
I shake my head gently which simply earns a thrust of morning wood in my rear and a deep chuckle that speaks to my loins more than my sleepy body.
“Mac, it’s Christmas. You need to wake up so I can give you your present.” I feel the bed shift and I assume he’s sitting up behind me against the deep oak headboard of our king sized bed.
“I’d rather have the present that was offered to me a minute ago. As long as I can just lie here. We can role play. Sleepy, pregnant girlfriend and horny, rabid superhero swoops in to save the day, or make my day … if you’re good enough, that is.” I giggle as I feel Daniel’s arms wrap around my waist, and rub my belly, waking up the spawn inside.
“Shh, no talking. You’ll wake them up and it’s way too soon to be worrying about the kids hearing us.” He nips my earlobe before sucking it into his mouth. Damn, that man knows the right buttons to push. The hand on my belly moves upwards to my now larger than life boobs. Definitely one of Daniel’s favorite pregnancy side effects. Knowing that he’ll soon have me unable to think straight, I reach my arm behind me and find his weapon of mass impregnation (Hey! The name stuck, all right. Blame Kate!) straining toward me. Enveloping him in my hand, I start slow strokes up and down, adding a signature twist at the end just to keep him on his toes.
His hand moves quickly from my aching breasts and under my silk mistletoe panties to find me wet and raring to go, another positive side effect of this procreation business.
“Mac,” he growls. “Don’t start something you’re not gonna finish.”
“Wasn’t planning on it.”
He pulls his hand away leaving me to whimper at the loss. “Good because I think it’s time for you to sit up.”
“On your cock?” I add, rolling over to face him.
“On your knees, gorgeous. It’s my turn to give and, if I’m not mistaken, I have some mistletoe to kiss.”
Master Table of Contents
Temporary Bliss
True Bliss
Blissful Surrender
Permanent Bliss
Finding Bliss
Dedication
Prologue ~ “Midnight Memories”
Chapter 1 ~ “Problem”
Chapter 2 ~ “Cool Kids”
Chapter 3 ~ “Wasted”
Chapter 4 ~ “Really Don’t Care”
Chapter 5 ~ “Drunk”
Chapter 6 ~ “Complicated”
Chapter 7 ~ “Wasn’t Expecting That”
Chapter 8 ~ “Someone New”
Chapter 9 ~ “Good Life”
> Chapter 10 ~ “Light Me Up”
Chapter 11 ~ “Want to Want Me”
Chapter 12 ~ “What I Like About You”
Chapter 13 ~ “Ass Like That”
Chapter 14 ~ “Talking Body”
Chapter 15 ~ “Home”
Chapter 16 ~ “We Are Family”
Chapter 17 ~ “Lover of the Light”
Chapter 18 ~ “Marvin Gaye”
Chapter 19 ~ “Girl, You’re Alright”
Chapter 20 ~ “Lie a Little Better”
Chapter 21 ~ “Never Seen Anything ‘Quite Like You’”
Chapter 22 ~ “Like I Can”
Chapter 23 ~ “Jealous”
Chapter 24 ~ “Psycho”
Chapter 25 ~ “Man on a Wire”
Chapter 26 ~ “The One”
Epilogue ~ “What Goes Around . . . Comes Around”
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Dedication
To Simone and Tami,
You know why
Prologue
“Midnight Memories”
Noah
So the impossible has happened and Mac is finally hitched.
Wonders will never cease!
The ceremony was awesome—total Mac and Daniel epic-ness, despite the fact Riley and Jared decided to mix things up and cause a ruckus by fighting over Riley’s basket of rose petals. It was a toddler battle of the sexes with Jared coming out on top and rose petals spread from asshole to breakfast. But even with that little interlude, the ceremony was perfect.
We’ve had the speeches and shit, I even gave a very heartfelt speech to Daniel and Mac about the virtues of marriage—how friendship and love are the cornerstones to any successful relationship. If only I really believed that in my own life.
If it were true, I wouldn’t have been pining after the same woman for fifteen years, and definitely not stupidly hoping she holds even a flicker of a flame for me. But the way she’s acted today, both during the ceremony and now at the reception, I’m seriously wondering why I even bothered inviting her. Hence why I’ve had a few too many drinks and am bordering on no longer giving a shit.
Oh yes, that’s right, because she said she wanted to be my date. In public. In front of people we know. In front of both of our parents, who were also invited as friends of Dan’s family. But considering I’ve been pretty much dateless most of the night, I’m suddenly very dubious of Nikki’s intentions for today.
Sitting at the head table next to Daniel and Mac, who are deliriously happy and huddled closely together talking quietly, I scan the room, taking in the whole scene. Mac’s mom and dad dancing happily, laughing and smiling together. Why is it that the closer I get to thirty—three months to go—the more I’m starting to think about this kind of shit? The woman to love, the house to come home to, the children to be proud of . . .
I want a happy and fulfilled life with something other than just my career to show for myself.
I catch a flash of platinum blond hair in my peripheral vision and turn to see Nikki sauntering her way toward me, her hips jutting out with an extra seductive swing, and her eyes hooded and dark with heat as she reaches my side. Quirking one eyebrow at her, I bring my glass of whiskey sour to my lips, relishing the sharp jolt to my senses it provides as I swirl the liquor around my mouth before swallowing it carefully.
I turn in my seat just as Nikki bends down, giving me an awesome view of her tits, and nuzzles my neck before sucking my earlobe into her mouth. “I want you, baby.”
“Mmm hmm,” I murmur, trying to appear unaffected, but who am I kidding? I’m two drinks past thinking logically, and about five drinks past being able to say no to my now rock-hard dick.
“Meet me on the green. I’ll let you claim me as the nineteenth hole.” Her hand runs up my thigh before grabbing hold of my cock and squeezing hard. I try to contain my surge of lust and shock by coughing. Actually, spluttering would be a more accurate description. Nikki releases her stranglehold on my dick before standing up straight, and with a smirk and a wink, she spins on her sexy black heels and struts away from me.
Fuck. Me.
Well, actually, fuck her. And I will, as soon as I can discreetly get out of here.
I down the rest of my drink and lean toward Daniel. “Hey, man, I’m just going to pop outside for a bit. Get some fresh air.”
“All good. Thanks for your speech. Didn’t know you had it in you.”
“Yeah, well I’m more than just a pretty face,” I add. Little does he know that there’s more meaning behind that retort than I’d care to admit. Or, more fittingly, there would have been if I’d said there’s more to me than just a big dick and a pretty face.
I give Daniel a friendly slap on the shoulder and bend down to give Mac’s head a sloppy kiss before walking away from them and past the bar. My head feels light, my mood as buoyant as my cock as I move in the same direction as Nikki. Drunk and hornier as a bitch in heat, I stumble sideways and crash into someone, instinctively throwing my arms out to grab hold of them when I see her falling to the ground.
“Easy now, sweetheart, no harm done.” I gently lift the woman back onto her feet, holding firm until she steadies herself against me.
“I’m fine. Thanks for knocking me over and, you know, catching me.” Her voice sounds like warm honey, the type you want to have poured all over you and slowly lapped back up. Looking up, I’m instantly captured by the sexiest pair of aqua blue eyes I’ve ever seen. But that is just the start of the gorgeous woman I’m still holding captive in my arms. Like a deer in the headlights, I continue to stare at her, unable to look away as I try hard to commit her face to memory.
Never in my life have I been lost for words.
Dr. Noah Taylor, the Walking Dildo to many—coined from experience, gossip and innuendo—is cocky and confident. I’m always ready with smartass retorts or flirty banter. But right now, I’ve got too many drinks under my belt, too much testosterone pulsing through my veins, and with the promise of a hot fuck on the nineteenth green at the front of my mind, I do the first thing that comes to mind.
Wrapping one arm around her waist and snaking the other up her back, I delve my fingers into the softest brown hair I’ve ever felt, tilt my head, and crash my mouth against hers.
Chapter 1
“Problem”
“Get your hands off my sister.”
I’m jerked backwards, my arms wrenched off the delicious tasting woman I was enjoying. My body is spun around, which just serves to make my stomach lurch. I swallow down hard as I come face to face with Zander and realize what is happening too late as my face meets his fist, my head snapping back, and pain shooting through my jaw as I’m rocked sideways into a body behind me.
“What the fuck, Taylor?” he asks. I look from the hot brunette under his arm who’s looking satisfactorily disheveled. She rests the fingers of one hand against her swollen lips, her eyes wide and glued to me. I drag my bleary eyes away from her and take in the man holding her, the foreboding sight of a very pissed off Zander. I switch between them, my liquor-addled brain not working it out.
“Sister?”
“Yeah, man,” he spits out. “My sister. So keep your dirty hands and mouth off her."
I rub my face with my hand and turn toward a frowning Daniel.
“Dan?” I ask, my vision filled with a blurred haze, just moments before I taste the telltale burn of bile in my throat. Bending over quickly and without much warning, I proceed to spew up the night’s alcohol and food intake into a fortunately placed trashcan at the front of the bar.
“Fuck!” Daniel curses. A sexy female voice murmurs in the background and as much as I wish I could lift my head to look at her once again, the waves of nausea continue to wrack through my body as the vomiting refuses to wane.
“Zan, you didn’t have to fucking punch the guy! Jeez. I can handle myself you know.”
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��He fucking put his dirty hands on you. His fucking mouth, Zo.”
“And I was handling it. I’m not fucking sixteen. I’m a grown-ass woman who can decide if she wants to punch a hot drunk guy out!” Her voice continues to rise until it reaches yelling volume.
“You weren’t stopping him, unless you count grabbing his ass and swallowing his tongue a new form of self-defense.”
“Ugh,” I moan, as the flow of vomit finally stops and a glass of water is thrust in front of my bent down face.
“Drink this, Taylor, and fucking clean yourself up,” Daniel says, sounding extremely pissed off. I gingerly wrap my hand around the cup and stand up straight, downing the glass in a few eager gulps before holding it out.
I look around to see Kate glaring at me, her arm wrapped around the beautiful stranger, the woman with the exquisite mouth, and bedroom eyes that are glowing red as she shrieks at Zander.
My attention is drawn back to Dan as he continues to talk to me. “What the fuck was that? You tell me you’re getting some fresh air and then you’re putting your tongue down Zoe's throat . . .” His words don’t penetrate. The noise around me dims to a buzzing in my ears as the throbbing in my jaw intensifies and my head swims.
Zoe. Such a beautiful name. I can just imagine it rolling off my tongue with a groan as she wraps those cherry red lips around my cock and takes me deep inside. A beautiful name for a breathtaking woman. The gorgeous woman who’s left me craving for more with her irresistible body.
“Noah, are you even aware of what you just did?”
I look at him and my body sways back and forth. The room starts to spin faster and faster, making my stomach lurch once more.
“Fuck, you’re toasted. Let’s get some fresh air.” Daniel’s fingers wrap around my arm and I’m dragged away from the woman whose delectable mouth I just violated. I try to commit her to memory but when she’s out of sight, I find myself unable to focus on anything other than the sudden change of temperature as we walk out the back door of the ballroom toward the golf course.