by Cass Kincaid
Derek presses his lips gently to mine. Then, “I don’t make threats. I make promises.”
My cheeks heat up with the physical contact, but also with the sound of such a sensual vow on his tongue. “I must admit, I like the sound of that. I just have one more question for you.”
“And what’s that?”
I pull away just enough to look into his eyes. “What in God’s name is your last name?”
Epilogue
Derek
Ten Months Later…
What happens when what happens in Vegas follows you home?
I guess you could ask Josie that; she knows better than anyone.
Because that’s exactly what I did.
Okay, so I may not have dropped everything that day in the airport, and irrationally put Daniel and myself on a plane with her, heading back to Ohio in the hopes of finding our happily-ever-after, but I did pursue exactly that...in my own way.
Even now, I think of how foolish I was to almost lose my chance with her just because I was afraid to tell her about Daniel. If I’m being honest, I think it wasn’t just that I was being far too overprotective of my son. Because she was such a curveball for me, something so unexpected I didn’t know how to react, I think I was scared to tell her I had a kid. I wasn’t ashamed of him—hell, no, that would never happen—but I’m convinced part of me wanted to be sure she was worth telling. To be sure my instincts weren’t just playing obscene tricks on me, that Josie was really someone I was interested in enough to confide everything in.
Thank fuck I realized she was before that goddamn plane took off.
Josie still can’t believe I sat in that airport from the moment I picked Daniel up from Rhonda’s before she left for work until I found her just before noon.
Desperate times call for desperate measures. Josie had only told me she was catching her flight on Monday afternoon, and that she lived in Ohio. It took a little investigating and a whole lot of luck, but I’d been able to narrow down which flights were heading directly to cities in Ohio that day, around that time of day, and where Josie would have to go within the airport once she got there. I didn’t want to miss any of the possible flights, so Daniel and I camped out all morning, have a breakfast of vending machine snacks and chocolate milk while we waited and alternated between potential terminals she might be at.
Daniel thought it was fun to hang out there and eat junk food. But me? I’d been almost losing my mind every second that went by that I didn’t see her. Thinking I’d missed her, that she was gone and I’d royally blown it.
Then, there she was.
I’d been lucky to catch a glimpse of her heading down that corridor. I was even luckier that I’d managed to make her see that I never meant to hurt her the way I did, that I wanted a chance to see where this could go, and that not even distance would stop me from trying to coincide the passionate, exciting world I’d found in her with the real life I’d existed in with Daniel for so long.
And she did agree, thankfully. Because the passion and excitement between us was real, too.
“Derek! Danny!”
Daniel’s little hand is tucked in mine as we make our way off the plane into the Cleveland Airport, tugging our wheeled luggage bags behind us, and we both turn at the sound of our names being shouted out.
Daniel sees Josie at the same time I do, and I let go of his hand as he bolts toward her, leaving his luggage behind and jumping up into her arms with an excited “Josie!” tumbling from his lips.
I think he’s fallen for her just as hard as I have. Hell, Josie’s the only one who gets away with calling him Danny.
“Hey,” she greets me. Daniel’s already chattering in her ear.
“A guy on the airplane was staring at Daddy’s tattoos.”
Josie’s eyebrows raise, stealing a quick glance at me, the designs on my neck evident above my shirt collar. “Yeah? Well, that guy doesn’t know you’re Daddy like we do, huh? We know not to be so darn judgmental, don’t we?” She makes it sound like a joke, tickling the boy as she speaks, but I know from past conversations, Josie still chastises herself for judging me based on my job. I jut remind her that my actions didn’t much help the situation, and it all worked out in the end. That seems to ease her mind.
“You sure look good.”
Her eyes are on me a few beats later, and her immediate admission makes my mouth twitch. Christ, it makes my mouth water. “Well, that just made five hours on a plane completely worth it.” I lean forward and kiss her, probably longer than is acceptable in such a public place. It’s been three weeks since I’ve seen her, and my body is aching for her something fierce. “Tell me,” I ask with a smirk. “Is that pure need talking, or just a general observation?”
She scoffs, shifting Daniel in her arms so she’s facing away from him. “Let’s get you two back to my place, and we’ll find out.”
Daniel slept on the plane, zonked out for almost half the flight, but the time zones have him all messed up and he can barely keep his eyes open once we make it back to Josie’s apartment.
It’s small, and definitely cramped when Daniel and I come to visit, but we’ve all managed to take it in stride. One small inconvenience that allows for us to spend much needed time together. You won’t hear me complain.
“You said on the phone you had something you wanted to talk about?” Josie’s voice sounds from behind me, and I turn to face her. I’d already tucked Daniel into the sofa bed we’d pulled out in Josie’s spare room she used as an office, but my little dude had requested that Josie come and say goodnight, too. It’d pulled at my heartstrings that he wanted to see her face before he went to sleep.
It also made my chest constrict wildly at the realization of how much Josie wanted to. I fucking adore the relationship between those two, and I couldn’t be more grateful that Rhonda’s cool with it, too. I meant it when I told Josie that Rhonda and I had an amicable split—she wants me to be happy, just as much as I want that for her.
“Is Daniel asleep?” I ask, ignoring her question.
“I think he was merely sleep-talking by the time he said goodnight to me for the thousandth time,” she grins, pulling the bedroom door closed behind her. “I think he’s out for a while.”
“Then the last thing I want to do is talk right now.” I take the few steps that separate us and close the gap. My arms are around her in a heartbeat, but it’s not quickly enough. I press her back into the wall of the living room, my mouth tasting hers as though I need her to sustain myself.
The little gasp she makes is lost amidst our kiss, and her hands are already ripping at my shirt to untuck it from my jeans.
“God, I’ve missed you.” I force out the words between heavy, labored breaths, ridding her of her shirt and bra with fevered movements.
Josie’s arms come up, wrapping them around my neck, and I slide my hands down her hips to her ass, giving it a rough squeeze before lifting her up against me. Her legs encircle my hips, and I blindly make my way to the bedroom on the other side of the room, managing not to knock over any of the lamps or tables by a sheer stroke of luck.
I lower her to the bed, lowering myself with her, crushing my mouth against hers again. I can’t get enough of the sweetness of her kiss or the way her body seems to fit so fucking perfectly with mine.
“I’ve missed you, too,” she breathes out, her fingernails raking up the smooth contours of my back.
The sensation causes me to growl against her mouth, and I taste and kiss and suck my way down the side of her face, neck, and chest, taking one hard nipple into my mouth. Christ, I almost come undone at the erotic whimper she makes as I flick my tongue against it.
“How much?” I growl out, undoing her jeans and tugging them down her hips, taking her panties off with them. Black lace. Someone’s had sex on their mind, I think smugly. Good, I’ll give her exactly what she wants. “Tell me how much you missed me, Josie.”
She’s laying there, completely naked before me, propped up on her elb
ows. There’s a coyness in the way she smirks at me, but the fiery blaze in her eyes betrays her. “Why don’t you find out for yourself?” she whispers. Then, she silently spreads her legs open in front of me, her gaze never leaving mine.
Oh, hell no. This woman just gets hotter and hotter. Just when I thought I might explode with how much I need her, she goes and does that.
I undo my jeans and push them off, with my boxers following close behind. My eyes never leave her, and I swear I can see her pulse beating wildly in her throat. “Have I told you lately how much I love you?” I ask. I lean over her, pushing her legs further apart. I let my finger glide over the wetness I can see glistening between them, and Josie’s head falls back, a gasp escaping her lips at the intense sensation. “If not, you’re about to find out.”
I should be more playful, take my time with her. But I can’t. I’m desperate for her. I position my hardness against her and bury myself inside her without another word.
The sharp intake of breath that passes her lips lingers in the air with the deep, guttural groan I can’t contain. She’s so wet, so ready for me. “Oh, Josie.”
I’m already moving within her, unable to stop myself. I need to feel her walls clench around me, need her to feel how fucking hard she makes me. “Can you feel what you do to me?”
It’s a question she’s not meant to answer, and I crash my mouth down onto hers again, invading it with my tongue.
Each thrust into her elicits a muffled whimper from her, and each sound only urges me on, diving deeper into her each time. Josie’s hands clutch my hips as she lifts her own to meet mine, guiding me and pushing me closer, deeper...faster. She wants me, all of me, taking up all of her.
“Fuck,” I whisper hoarsely, not even realizing the word has crossed my lips until it’s out. I can feel my body tensing, the tightness of my muscles clenching violently as my release builds. I’m lost within her, against her, and can roll my hips faster in hopes that she can feel how fucking completely she owns me.
Josie nips at the base of my ear, just before her hot, damp breath instructs, “Come for me, baby.”
It’s like a switch is flipped, and the sensual seduction of her words has me careening over the edge into oblivion, thrusting into her wildly, giving her everything that’s been built up inside of me for the past three weeks.
I can feel her body clenching in response, her walls constricting tightly around my cock. Her fingernails are dug into my lower back so deep that I hiss at the slice of pain it causes, but I don’t relent. “Josie—”
I don’t even get the demand out before she cries out my name, exploding beneath me with wave upon wave of her release, each taut muscle within her clenching and tightening until neither of us can move.
I can barely hold myself up, using my last ounce of energy to push myself over to Josie’s side, planting a trail of tender kisses along her jaw and temple before I tuck my face into the side of her neck, nuzzling against her. “I told you I missed you,” I chuckle breathlessly against her skin.
I feel her laughter before I hear it. “Hmm, I’m not sure I could tell,” she teases.
“Give me half an hour, baby, and you’re going to be wishing you didn’t say that.”
“Threatening me?” She turns onto her side, facing me. The glint in her eye is evident, even in the darkness of the room.
“Oh, believe me, that’s a promise.” I lean forward and kiss her gently.
“What’d you want to talk about?”
“Christ, I’m really going to have to work on fucking you senseless,” I grin.
She laughs again. “You can’t offer yourself up every time you want to avoid talking to me about something,” she says, smiling.
“Maybe not, but I’ll damn well try.” I reach up between us, letting my thumb trace along her bottom lip. “I’m not trying to avoid talking to you, either. I just…”
“Prefer sex over talking?” she offers.
“God, I knew I loved you for a reason.” I’m still grinning like a fool as I pull her closer to me.
“Tell me,” she chuckles. “Enough stalling.”
I lock eyes with her. “I didn’t renew my contract with Thunder And Lightning.”
She doesn’t move, but her eyes widen. “You’re quitting the show? But you love it.”
“I did,” I agree. “But I found a better escape from the world that I love more.” I replace my thumb on her lips with my mouth, kissing her with as much passion as my exhausted body can muster. “You.”
She’s quiet for a long moment, but then a faint mischievous grin tugs at the corner of her lips. “What, no more public lewdness? What about your adoring fans? Don’t tell me, you don’t want to walk on the wild side anymore?” She’s teasing me, but her words are softly spoken.
I kiss her again, my lips conveying the same gentleness. “You’re my wild side now,” I tell her, and it’s just as much a confession as it is a promise.
Her eyes sparkle, searching mine as her teeth bite down on her bottom lip. “I like the sound of that,” she breathes out against the tender skin of my lips. “I could really get used to this, you know.”
“Good,” I say, beaming. “Because I have every intention of proving it for a long time to come.”
“Why, Derek Christian, that sounds like a threat, too.” She’s biting back laughter.
I adore hearing my full name on her pouty lips. For the longest time, she didn’t even know my last name, now one day I hope she’ll take it as her own. “No threats,” I whisper, grinning faintly. “Just promises, Josie. And you know me—I’ll keep every damn one of them.”
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Prologue
Ten Years Ago…
Vienna
I’d waited my entire eighteen years on this planet for this night.
Cohen Bradley had been so patient with me, and now I was finally going to give him what he wanted.
What we both wanted.
I was going to stand before him in that glamorous, crimson red, off-the-shoulder gown I'd saved all senior year for, and let his eyes roam hungrily over my body the way they always had over the past four years of our relationship, primal and full of desire.
Only this time, I was going to let him remove that dress, shedding the skin of my innocence. And becoming Cohen’s in every way possible.
He’d said the words to me the other night, the words I’d longed to hear fall from his lips since the first time he’d told me he loved me three and a half years ago.
“I’m going to marry you, Vienna Janine Anderson,” he’d whispered so breathlessly, so sensually, that I’d hardly been able to catch my own breath at the sound of his promise.
Usually, I despised it when he used my middle name, and I think he did it mostly to irk me, but this time it sounded provocative, like he was taking me—all of me—as his own.
“Yeah?” had been all I could get out past the thickness of emotion in my throat.
We’d been in his bedroom—“studying,” if anyone asked—but even with his bedroom door propped open an inch or two the way his mother always insisted despite the fact that no one ever came downstairs to check on us, we were tangled up in his bed together, our math and history textbooks strewn across the bed cover
s. Cohen’s algebra book had fallen to the floor with a loud thump only moments before, and we’d both froze, then giggled like schoolkids when we remembered we were in the basement and no one would hear it.
“Yeah,” he’d confirmed, his face only inches from mine as he huddled over me in our cocoon of blankets. “I’m going to make you my wife. We’ll be the stuff people talk about fifty years from now. The high school sweethearts who made it. And made it out of here.”
That had always been Cohen’s plan, to graduate from Garrison High and leave everything about this sleepy town in his dust.
Everything except me.
We’d been fully clothed—which had nothing to do with Cohen’s amusing begging and pleading for “just a little more skin”, and everything to do with me slapping his hands away playfully—but I’d rocked my hips up against him, so overwhelmed by his promises and plans for us that I felt the electrifying need to feel him, every inch of him, to remind myself that he was real.
“And you’re going to be a famous photographer, while I’ll be a highly sought-after journalist…when I’m not on leave taking care of our brood of adorable children,” I’d chuckled wryly. “Six, at least, right?”
“Oh, at least.” He’d laughed right along with me, sliding his hand under the hem of my shirt. “No reason not to practice a little first before we get to that, though…”
It’d been hot and stuffy under the covers we had pulled up over our heads, and the heat of his fingertips on my skin, so soft and so fiery at the same time, had been quickly melting my resolve into a puddle. A stifled gasp erupted from me just as my eyes had begun to flutter and the jolt of it brought me back to my rational self. To the voice of reason I needed to hear.