Why Her?: May December Romance (Mistaken Identities Book 2)

by Rie Warren

  More titters and more hushing surrounded us.

  Kane didn’t seem worried as he stared up at me. “Oh yes.”

  He produced a small white leather box and released my hand just long enough to pop it open. Then he brought my fingertips to his chest, and I felt the boom-boom of his heart racing just like mine.

  “Stevie Keller, would you do me the great honor of becoming my wife?”

  I looked down at him, tears sparkling in my eyes and a smile sparkling on my lips. “You’re asking me in front of all these folks so I can’t say no, aren’t you?”

  His irises held a devilish gleam. “Maybe.”

  Cupping his jaw, I whispered, “I’d never say no to you.”

  “Ha!” He threw his head back. “Can I get that in writing?”

  And while the rest of the gathered laughed, a quiet bubble of intimacy enveloped just the two of us.

  “Okay.” I stroked his cheek.

  “Okay?” He gave me his sternest face. “I think I deserve more than that.”

  “Yes.” I sank to my knees. “Absolutely fuck yes!”

  Kane quickly slid the band home, and I barely had time to admire the inset diamond and the pretty craftsmanship before he buried his fingers in my hair. He captured my mouth with his in a powerful kiss that was happy and exultant and a little bit salty from the tears I couldn’t contain.

  We broke apart to loud applause and shrill whistles, but I didn’t want to leave the private shelter of his arms.

  Drawing me with him to our feet, Kane planted another kiss on me, and at the last moment I felt the widening of his smile imprinted on my lips.

  Cecilia bounced over, squealing. “Can I be one of the bridesmaids? When do we get to go dress shopping?”

  Carmen and Gabriel and Gwen and it seemed like a hundred other people came forward, Kane’s and my happiness spilling over to them.

  And finally Dad. He took my hand between both of his.

  “Congratulations.” He gave me the warmest smile. “I’m proud of the woman you’ve become, Stevie.”

  “Because of Kane?”

  “Not at all. Because of you.”

  I bit back more tears, and he kissed me on my cheek. “Very proud to be your father.”

  Moments later, Kane’s voice boomed across the crowd, “Now everyone get the hell out of our house so I can be with my fiancée!”

  His impatience to get me alone became even more obvious when he began hustling folks to the door, and feathery strokes of arousal began spreading through me.

  Cecilia pouted. “Even me?”

  I glanced from her to Kane and back again. “Of course not.”

  “No offense, but I was kidding.” Cecilia hugged me around the middle. “I’m staying with Gwen and Jason tonight. She’s paying me ten bucks an hour to not babysit. Win!”

  Sudden silence saturated the air once everyone was gone. Sudden silence and heavy arousal, so tangible the firm pressure of Kane’s lips on mine built intense swift heat.

  “There’s something I always wanted to do to you.” His voice had lowered to the nipple-tightening delicious rumble.

  “Oh really?” My belly fluttered, the pulse between my legs throbbing.

  His palm settling on the base of my spine, he guided me to the deck, which was now lit with an array of candles. Sweet jasmine scented the air, and blankets and cushions formed a soft platform.

  “I want to make love to you under the stars.” Kane caressed my neck, slowly releasing the buttons down the center of his shirt.

  “When did you set all this up?” The diamond on my finger glimmered as bright as the constellations in the velvety sky above.

  “Carmen did it earlier when you were too busy staring at me with sex in your eyes.”

  The whorls of black hair on his chest beckoned me. I spread his shirt wide, pushed it off his broad shoulders, and licked across one flat nipple to the next, hands rubbing the well-muscled sides of his torso.

  Kane groaned my name, unzipping the back of my dress.

  The silken material puddled at my feet, and I stepped out of my high heels, balanced against all his strength. Left in my bra and thong, I watched as he shed his pants and shoes, but beneath he’d worn absolutely nothing.

  Wetness spilled from my pussy at the sight of his thick hard cock, the tip slick and deeply flushed.

  I grasped the rod, his girth overfilling my hand, and he claimed my lips. Tongue a searching brand in my mouth, he unhooked my bra then squeezed my breasts. Every single part of me tingled and ached and wanted.

  “Panties off, Stevie,” he ordered, resonant voice repeating the swollen need between my thighs.

  I teased the scrap over my hips, revealing my bare mound.

  Kane dragged a rough fingertip from one peaked nipple to the other then down the center of my belly and into the center of my pussy as the panties went the way of my dress.

  We both breathed in gusty breaths, touches slight, but kisses wild with greed.

  His mouth pulled deeply on my breasts.

  My hand stroked lightly on his cock.

  I’d never been so ready for him in my life when he carefully lowered us to the blankets. He cradled me in his arms, lust hardening his features, the shiny tip of his immense cock parting the shiny softness of my swollen cunt.

  I arched into him, pulling that heavy pulsing rod into my molten body, arms around his ropey shoulders, legs around his lean hips, heels digging into his divine ass.

  The sky above glittered like diamonds, but it was his eyes reflecting the miracle of this unlikely love that held me spellbound.

  Rising waves.

  Tantalizing heat.

  Powerful lunging thrusts . . . such power in this man.

  I cried out each time he wrung the sweet sharp pleasure of orgasm from me.

  And he didn’t stop.

  “Fuck.” His nostrils flared, and his fingers bruised. “Fuck, Stevie.”

  His mouth took mine, and our teeth clashed as greater heat and rougher strokes slammed us together.

  Raw desire.

  Uncontrolled passion.

  Almost painful need . . . straining taut within us.

  Thicker and throbbing, Kane bellowed my name. He came inside me. He didn’t stop.

  My back bowed in a final rush of release, and I clung to his sweat-slickened muscles—moaning—until we’d given one another everything.

  Later, we reclined against the cushions, candlelight flickering, fingers entwined. We sipped champagne, its bubbles hardly comparing to the giddy effervescence Kane caused inside me every time he touched the diamond ring and kissed me with a pleased smile.

  “There’s one other thing,” he mentioned.

  “Is this about the carburetor?” I couldn’t help teasing.

  “Cecilia and I were talking, and someday soon, we want you to adopt her.”

  His carefully considered request held a wealth of emotions inside, emotions that swirled to me as tears welled in my eyes.

  I sniffled a little. “But—”

  “You’re not taking Alice away from her. You’d be giving Cecilia more. If that’s what you decide you want as well.” His grip on my hand tightened almost painfully.

  “Can I talk now?”

  “Yes.” He pressed his lips together.

  “I wish you’d stop making me cry.” I wiped at a stray tear.

  He skimmed a thumb beneath my eyes. “I don’t mind making you cry as long as they’re happy tears. Are they?”

  I nodded. “And yes, I’d like to adopt Cecilia. Very much.”

  “Oh, Stevie.” His voice as tremulous as I felt, he kissed me with such kindling sensuousness, I rubbed against his body, hot for him again.

  “Wait!” I laid a palm on his chest. “I’ve got one other thing too.”

  “Uh oh.”

  “I saw you with Dash earlier . . . you’re such a dad.”

  His head cocked.

  “And I want to have your baby.”

  That ti
me I watched as his eyes widened and surprise parted his lips. Then he exhaled slowly.

  “You’ve already been thinking about it, haven’t you?” I asked.

  He looked a little guilty. “Yeah.”

  “You’re not thinking you’re past it or anything, are you?”

  “No.” The deep brown of his eyes twinkled before darkening to a burning intensity. “I want a baby with you too. Very much.”

  Easily handling me, Kane situated me on top of him, his hard cock unerringly slipping along my slit.

  “But not right now!” I sat up, straddling him completely.

  “We could at least test the equipment.” He pushed experimentally, beginning to spread me open.

  “I think the equipment’s been tested enough.” I gasped.

  “You’re all about quality control, aren’t you?” And he thrust home.

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  I’m most known for honeys on my arms and notches on my bedpost. But this time, I’m not chasing tail. Every rose has its thorn, and I’ve just been snagged.

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  Chapter One

  Every Rush Has Its Thorn

  MADISON ROSE RUSH.

  Fuck yeah, I knew Maddy’s full name. I could be sneaky when I wanted to be. Besides, Coletrane was a tech-savvy motherfucker, and I got him to do some research for me. Off-book so Handsome wouldn’t find out I’d been thinking about his sister on repeat.

  MADDY, MADDY, MADDY.

  Fucking figured. The first woman I actually had an acute hard-on for—maybe more than the usual bone-hard erection that went with every night surrounded by honeys at the Retribution MC compound—just had to be Madison Rush.

  Heiress to the generations-old Rush Distillery empire.

  Downtown Charleston Princess.

  Second in charge of the newly minted Retribrewtion venture.

  Handsome was probably gonna kill me.

  I may die from priapism first.

  Yeah, y’all can act surprised. I know the meanings of the big words.

  Fuck’s sake.

  Boner confirmed when I ambled up to Maddy at the brewery’s grand opening that fine October day. I’d had the woman in my sights the moment she stepped into the giant space dominated by massive vats, a huge open bar touting Handsome’s original brewskies, and what looked like possibly the entire population of Charleston, South Carolina.

  Gorgeous Maddy Rush. She had a beautiful smile, long brown hair, a fully fit figure, and rum-colored eyes.

  Taking a sip from the bottle cradled in my hand, I tried not to leer too much at the tight fit of her jeans stretched across her ass or the Retribrewtion T-shirt stretched across her tits.

  “Good showing today, huh?” I drawled out the words, peering into her sparkly eyes.

  “We Rushes know how to throw a party,” Maddy replied with a humble smile.

  “Don’t think Handsome could plan his way out of a paper bag, so I reckon you held the reins on this shindig.”

  “Are you trying to flirt with me by putting down my big brother?” She hit me with a wicked look.

  “Yeah. Maybe not the best approach.” Nervously rubbing a hand across my jaw, I chuckled. “Was wondering though, what are you doing later?”

  Maddy’s gaze roved over all two-hundred twenty-five pounds and six-foot-three inches of me. She didn’t miss an inch of muscle, tats, or long black hair.

  Her lips lifted at the corners and she pressed onto her tiptoes, leaning against me to whisper, “Not you.”

  I barked out a laugh, which of course drew all the attention of every MC asshole in the house. I glanced aside to see Tucker, Brodie, Boomer, Cole, Kinkaid, Hunter, Bo . . . and a none-too-happy-looking Handsome staring. No doubt they were spinning words about me and waiting for me to bomb out. Handsome would hope I’d flame out.

  Like that ever happened to me before.

  Turning back to Maddy, I acted casual when I was anything but. “Wasn’t trying to score with you.” Lie. “I just thought I could buy you dinner or something.”

  “Nice try, Tail.” The dimples in her cheeks deepened as she continued to cut me down to size. “I’m not going out with you, or to bed with you, tonight or any other night. And let me guess . . . you’re called Tail because you get a lot of it?”

  I frowned hard, crossing my arms over my chest.

  She patted me on the cheek like I was a friggin’ puppy dog or something. “I’m not that easy, sugar.”

  Then she swung away and sashayed off without so much as a backward glance.

  Mmm hmmm. It was true. Every rose had a thorn, and Miss Madison Rose Rush turned out to be pricklier than most.

  Thing was, she was the prettiest babe I’d ever seen.

  I’d gone stag specifically because I’d known she’d be here. Only to get shot down within a few sentences. Hell, I didn’t know how to charm a chick. Never really needed to before, not when women fell all over themselves to get into my bed.

  I’d been called a fucking ton of things from pussy hound to manwhore . . . and the girls I screwed—as Handsome had so aptly called out—bed bunnies.

  Shit, I almost wanted to call it a day . . . but hey, free beer. So I stayed, watching Maddy from afar, listening to my dudes who rolled up as soon as she drop-kicked my ego into next week.

  “Looks like no schtupping for you tonight.” Frankie took the first bash, the Italian tailor/Mafia scion who’d done the MC more than one slightly illegal favor.

  “Hey now. That’s my sister you’re talking about.” Handsome scowled while his beauty Shiloh merely rolled her eyes.

  “Like you’ll ever let me forget that,” I grumbled.

  “Besides, just because Maddy turned him down doesn’t mean he ain’t getting some later.” Coletrane went all har-har-har.

  “Yeah.” Kinkaid chuckled. “This was just a temporary Tail-fail. Judging by the traffic in and out of his room
at the clubhouse, he just needs to put out the Vacancy sign and the slot’ll be filled.”

  “Not the only slot that’ll be filled.” Loudmouth Brodie jabbed me with another slam to my reputation.

  I wanted to say fuck-right-off to all the yahoos, but I couldn’t exactly let fly since the Rush ’rents were present. I was trying to make some sort of impression—and not a bad one for a change.

  “Ain’t my fault Maddy’s super fuego,” I said under my breath.

  Handsome redoubled his glare.

  I merely shrugged and took a sip of beer. “Yup. She musta gotten the brains as well as the beauty in the family.”

  Luckily Handsome was called away by some distributor or other at that moment, because I reckoned the dude really wanted to take a crack at me.

  Shiloh—sweet, sweet Shy—whispered at me with a wink, “Behave now. Remember, I’ve known Maddy for as long as I’ve known Max.”

  “Haven’t I always been a perfect gentleman with you?”

  “That was because you knew I had my heart set on Max.”

  “Still don’t know what you see in Handsome.” But I grinned, because if any two people deserved to be happy in love it was Handsome Maxwell Rush and Shiloh Lockhart.

  Those two . . . well, the opening of Handsome’s brewery was finally a bright moment in their lives. What with Shy’s cancer, the fucking kidnapping and assault by Diablo and his Satan’s League gang . . .

  Now they were engaged.

  As were Brodie and Ashe.

  And Coletrane and Sinclair.

  Jesus. The neighborhood was really going upscale, all the dudes hooking up with fine, fine women. And babies. Frigging babies all over the place. Used to be just Josh Stone and his grease monkey crew. Now Nick Love and Cat Steele with little Daniel. Brodie and Ashe with baby Roxanna and big sis Cara. Hunter and JB expecting their first together, his second child.

  Shoot, Boomer and Racy Rayce were probably gonna start popping out rug rats soon, too.

  I just drank it all in, along with more beer. Yep, Handsome definitely had a winner here.