My One and Only

by Iris Morland

  “Little spitfire, you’re everything I never knew I needed,” he said with an honesty that could only come from intense physical pleasure.

  He pushed her onto the couch and took over, thrusting inside her mindlessly, watching her face with every push of his cock inside her. She gasped and writhed. Carter had to hold her hips to keep her still. She cried out, a deeper flush climbing up her face.

  He was already close, his release drawing tighter. When he came, he felt like he was pouring his entire self into this woman under him. A few seconds later, he felt that rhythmic tightening of her sex that meant her own release. It only prolonged his own until he was pretty sure he’d died when he finally rolled off of her, still inside her.

  He belatedly realized he hadn’t used a condom. He’d never been that crazed with a woman before, and he said apologetically, “I didn’t use protection. I wasn’t thinking.”

  Lucy blinked. “Oh. Well, I’m on the Pill, so you’re not going to get my eggo preggo.” She cuddled close to him. “And I’m going to assume we’re now monogamous, yes?”

  He spanked her lightly, making her yelp. “That’s a stupid question and you know it.”

  “I know.” She caressed his face. “I only ever want to have sex with you from now on. How about that?”

  “If another guy so much as looks at you, he’s dead.”

  Her eyes widened. “Oooh, how possessive of you.”

  She wiggled, lifting her leg so it rested on his hip. The movement made him harden all over again, and he slowly began to thrust inside her. Her eyelids fluttered.

  “I’m going to be the worst,” he promised, picking up the pace. “I’m going to make you forget every man before me. I’m going to be inside of you constantly, until you beg me to leave you alone.” He began to strum her clit; she arched her neck, which he licked. “I’m going to drive you insane like you’ve done to me and I’ll never apologize for it.”

  “Hot sex with the guy I love all the time?” She squeaked when he pinched her clit. “Oh God, that sounds awful. I’m calling the police.”

  That earned her a nice slap on the ass for her cheek. “You’re a fucking brat.”

  “You’ve told me that already like five thousand times.” Her voice trailed off as she shuddered and came. Carter could only smirk as he made her come so many times she really was begging him to leave her alone—at least for a few minutes.

  Later that night—more accurately, very early the next morning—they lay in Carter’s bed together. Lucy was fast asleep, her fingers entwined with his. Carter listened to the patter of the rain against his window. He kissed Lucy’s forehead, thankful for that crazy night at the bar in Hazel Island two months ago, when he’d made that deal with Lucy, never knowing it would change the course of his life forever.

  Epilogue

  The day Lucy had woken up feeling tired and sick to her stomach, she’d attributed it to nerves. But her symptoms had continued even after she’d gotten the part in a Silas Martin project, and she’d been so on edge that she’d started crying last night when she’d burned the lasagna. Carter had looked at her like she’d sprouted two heads.

  It had been three months since that night when Lucy had shown up at Carter’s door, soaked to the skin and bursting with love for him. At the moment, she lived primarily in Seattle with Carter while traveling to LA for auditions when necessary. She’d given up her apartment in LA without hesitation, because who wanted to live in a glorified dump when a girl could live in her boyfriend’s gorgeous and stupidly expensive place in Seattle?

  Carter had recently decided to start coaching. Lucy had suggested it, because Carter wasn’t the least bit interested in a regular job. He didn’t need a job for money (lucky him), but Lucy could see how bored and restless he was doing nothing. Finally annoyed with him deciding to reorganize her underwear drawer simply for something to do, she’d told him to get a job or she’d throw him out on his ear.

  “You can’t throw me out of my apartment,” he’d drawled in amusement. “I own it.”

  “I’m pretty sure there’s a law that says I can throw out my boyfriend for being a pain in the ass.”

  “The feeling is entirely mutual, babe.”

  She’d gotten her revenge for that statement, although by the end, Lucy hadn’t been sure who’d enjoyed themselves more.

  Lucy’s symptoms weren’t going away, though. She finally gave into Carter’s badgering and went to the doctor. She was pretty sure she had some virus, and she’d spend some ungodly amount for a doctor to tell her to get some rest and drink plenty of fluids.

  So when Dr. Giamatti came into the freezing cold exam room and said, “You’re pregnant,” Lucy burst into laughter.

  “Are you sure?” Lucy said hurriedly. “Because I’m on the Pill, and I haven’t missed a dose. And I know all about not taking it with an antibiotic.”

  Dr. Giamatti, a woman about twenty years Lucy’s senior, shrugged. “Birth control isn’t one hundred percent effective. Did you ever take your dose at a different time of day? That can affect it, too.”

  Lucy thought back, remembering the day she’d forgotten and hadn’t taken her dose until five hours after her usual time. She groaned. “It was one time!”

  “It only takes one time.” Dr. Giamatti patted Lucy’s knee. “Believe me, you aren’t the first ‘it was only one time’ I’ve seen in here, and you won’t be the last.”

  Lucy felt dazed as she returned home. She had no idea how Carter would react. They’d barely discussed marriage, let alone kids. Would he be upset? Her stomach turned and she had to run to the bathroom to throw up. Well, at least she knew it wasn’t the flu, she thought morosely.

  When Carter came home four hours later, he kissed her and went up to shower. Lucy felt her anxiety growing with every passing minute she waited to tell him. She was going to wait for him to finish, but his shower seemed to go on and on. And on. Was he shaving his legs in there? Irritated, Lucy marched into the bathroom and yanked the shower curtain aside.

  “Damn, Luce!” Carter dropped the bar of soap. “You scared the shit out of me.” His expression turned lascivious. “You should join me and make up for it.”

  Lucy didn’t hear him. She felt the words bubble up and fall free, until suddenly she was almost yelling, “I’m pregnant, you dumbass!”

  The only sound was the water running. Lucy also felt her heartbeat in her ears, and when Carter didn’t say anything, she started crying.

  “I knew you’d react like this! Oh my God!” She ran from the bathroom to their bedroom, locking the door behind her.

  It only took ten seconds for Carter to start pounding on the door. “Dammit, why the fuck did you lock the door? Dorothy Lucille Younger, open the door!”

  Lucy regretted having ever told Carter her full name, only because it reminded her of her parents scolding her. “Go away!” she yelled.

  When Carter started kicking at the door, Lucy let him in, a scowl on her face.

  “What the hell was that about?” he demanded. He had a towel wrapped around his waist, but he was still dripping wet, a puddle forming on the hardwood floor. “Were you serious?”

  “Of course I was serious!” Lucy sat down on the edge of the bed, covering her face with her hands. She didn’t want him to see her crying. “I found out today,” she mumbled.

  She heard Carter approach; he peeled her hands from her face. Drops of water splashed onto Lucy’s jeans. When she looked up into his face, the shock had been replaced with something that could only be called wonder.

  “You’re serious,” he said again. He glanced at her still-flat stomach. “You took a test?”

  “Yes.”

  “You aren’t just messing with me?”

  She rolled her eyes. “It isn’t April first, so, no.”

  To her surprise, he kneeled in front of her, bracketing her with his forearms. At this height, their faces were level. Lucy could make out every passing emotion in Carter’s face.

  “You’re p
regnant.” His hands shook a little as he cupped her face.

  Tears started rolling down Lucy’s cheeks again. “I didn’t know if you’d be happy about it or not.”

  “How could you ever think that?” He brushed the stray tears away. “I mean, I’m shocked, but if you think I’m not also so happy I could explode, you’re wrong.”

  Lucy’s lower lip wobbled. “I love you. I’m sorry.”

  “You don’t have to apologize for anything.” He kissed her, the taste of him calming her fears. She wondered in a stray thought if pregnancy made her extra emotional. Well, that meant Carter was in for a hell of a ride if she was going to cry at the drop of a hat now.

  Lucy took his hand and put it over her belly. “I’m about two months.”

  “I thought you were on birth control?”

  “I was. I am. But you got me pregnant anyway.”

  He looked so damn pleased with himself that Lucy pinched his arm.

  “Damn. I don’t think I’ve ever felt prouder,” he said.

  “You’re such a man.” Sighing, she ran her fingers through his wet hair. “How are we going to manage this? I’ll probably be showing by the time we start filming. What if I get fired for being pregnant? Oh God!”

  “Baby, take a deep breath. Another one. One, it’ll be fine. Second, I’m pretty sure it’s illegal to fire a woman for being pregnant. I mean, it isn’t 1960 anymore.”

  Lucy giggled. “You’re so sexy when you talk feminism.”

  As she imagined everything they’d have to do with a baby coming, she groaned and collapsed onto the bed. This gave Carter the opportunity to climb on top of her. He’d also lost his towel in the interim. Lucy couldn’t help but squeeze his cock, which was already at attention.

  “You’re all wet,” she complained.

  “And I’m about to make you all wet, too.” He yanked her jeans down to her ankles with a practiced movement. When he delved inside her panties, it didn’t take long for his declaration to become true.

  “I love you,” she gasped, arching against his hand. “Our kid is going to be terrifying, you know.”

  He leaned down to kiss her, but not before rumbling, “I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

  The End

  Thank you for reading My One and Only! I hope you loved Lucy and Carter’s story.

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  After witnessing his parents’ doomed love affair, serial playboy Ash Younger decided long ago that love was not meant for him. With his charm and good looks, he’s never lacked for beautiful women. He may push numbers as an accountant by day, but by night, he’s only interested in having a woman in his bed.

  Yet the night he encounters a mysterious—and gorgeous—widow who doesn’t immediately fall under his seductive spell, Ash realizes he wants her more than he’s ever wanted another woman.

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  Violet couldn’t imagine where Ash wanted to take her at one thirty in the morning that wasn’t to his place. When she said that she trusted him, her boring, logical side yelled, You don’t know him! Go home! You’re crazy!

  And yet...her intuition told her she could trust him. She trusted that when he said he wanted to have “good, clean, wholesome fun,” he meant it. At least, as much as Ash Younger could do anything wholesome.

  She followed Ash down the street and out of the small downtown area. Tipping her head back, she could make out a few stars, and she felt like they were the only two people in the entire world. The town was so quiet. The only sounds were a dog barking and a single car driving by.

  When they arrived at the playground, Violet let out a startled laugh. “This is what you had in mind?”

  “What, do you have something against swings?” Ash sat down in one of the swings that was so low to the ground—especially considering that he had to be over six feet tall—that Violet started giggling so hard that her stomach hurt.

  She sat down next to him in a swing and started pumping her legs. At five-ten, she had to bend her legs until her heels touched her butt just to avoid scraping her feet against the sand below.

  Ash swung next to her. When she glanced over at him, he sent her a brilliant smile. She shook her head.

  “I can’t imagine you went to a bar to pick up a woman just to take her to a playground.”

  “I like to think I’m not as obvious as you’d like to think,” he countered.

  Violet pumped her legs until she swung high into the air. She let out a deep sigh as she caught sight of the houses that sat in the hills overlooking Fair Haven. Lights twinkled from a few windows. She didn’t mind that it was chilly outside or that her hands were freezing from the metal chains.

  “Once when I was in first grade,” said Ash as they swung higher and higher, “I tried to get into one of those baby swings. You know, the ones that look like a rubber diaper?”

  Violet’s lips twitched. “And?”

  “Well, I was already big for my age, and hardly baby-sized. I managed to somehow get my legs into the leg holes and tried to swing, but soon realized that I’d made a very, very bad decision.”

  “Got a little bruised?”

  He laughed. “My balls were sore for a week. When I tried to get out, I couldn’t. I was stuck in a baby swing. My teacher had to call the fire department to cut me out.”

  Violet started laughing so hard that she lost her momentum. Gasping for breath, she wiped her eyes and was almost finished laughing before another bout of giggles burst from her.

  “I’m glad you think my pain and anguish are so funny.” Ash kept swinging next to her.

  Suddenly emboldened, Violet began swinging again until they were neck and neck. “Whoever jumps the furthest wins a prize,” she said.

  “What, a broken arm?”

  “Chicken.”

  He snorted. “Fine, it’s a deal. What do you want?”

  She considered. “If I win, you have to ride that dragon thing over there,” she said as she pointed to the plastic dragon on a spring. “And I get to record it.”

  “Kinky.” Ash swung down and then up again. “If I win,” he said, his voice like dark velvet, “I get to kiss you.”

  Laughing breathlessly, she began to count down. On three, they jumped from their respective swings and landed on the sand below. Violet felt the air whoosh from her lungs, and Ash grunted as he landed with a loud thump.

  Both gasping for air, Violet turned toward Ash, only to see him smiling like the cat that had caught the canary. His right arm stretched above his head, and when Violet did the same, she realized he’d technically jumped the furthest.

  “No fair,” she muttered, “your arms are longer than mine.”

  “All’s fair in love and war.”

  He cupped her cheek, and everything else faded away as he brushed his mouth against hers. Violet’s heart fluttered like a caught butterfly. He kissed her softly, playing with her bottom lip, his touch gentle. Violet melted against him, his body warm and solid. When she wrapped her arms around his neck, he growled and deepened the kiss until she saw stars under her eyelids.

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  including

  The Youngers

  Then Came You

  Taking a Chance on Love

  All I Want Is You

  My One and Only

  The Thorntons

  The Nearness of You

  The Very Thought of You

  If I Can’t Have You

  Dream a Little Dream of Me

  Someone to Watch Over Me

  Till There Was You

  I’ll Be Home for Christmas

  Heron’s Landing

  Seduce Me Sweetly

  Tempt Me Tenderly

  Desire Me Dearly

  Adore Me Ardently

  About the Author

  A coffee addict and cat lover, Iris Morland writes sexy and funny contemporary romances. If she's not reading or writing, she enjoys binging on Netflix shows and cooking something delicious.

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