A Carpino Series Collection, Books 1-3

by Brynne Asher

  “Cam,” I breathe into the pillow.

  “Wider,” he whispers, but I lose his hand.

  “Why did you stop?” I quietly complain as I slide my knees farther apart, tipping my ass to find him.

  I feel him slide his cock into me from behind and oh, that feels good. I push back as he stretches me, filling me full.

  “Come here,” he says in my ear.

  I push up to my hands and, with Cam pulling me the rest of the way with his knees to the bed, he lifts and holds me. With my back plastered to his front and impaled on his cock, I reach around to grasp him from behind since my knees are lifted from the bed. His big strong arms hold me tight and his hand returns to my clit.

  “Want you to come on my cock before I take you, baby.”

  “Okay.” I’m good with that, too.

  He doesn’t move, but his hand works my clit as he moves down, his fingers surrounding our connection. His other arm is angled up, holding my breast, lightly twisting my nipple.

  “So sweet,” he murmurs and I turn my head, my face pressed to the side of his neck. “You give me everything, don’t you?”

  “Everything,” I whisper, breathing him in. “Anything, Cam.”

  “Love you,” he murmurs against my forehead, but I can’t give him that back. I can only pant as I feel it and start to tense in his arms. I grasp him tighter and have to bring one hand around to hang onto his forearm when he says in a low voice, “Fuck, I feel you inside and out.”

  He lowers me, gently pushing me down with my cheek to the bed. Keeping hold of my hips, he starts to move. And the harder he moves, my orgasm keeps on, lingering, making me reach for it. I thrust onto him and feel his hand light on my spine, trailing down my back and over my bottom. I love this, but over the years, Cam’s taught me to love everything with him.

  His movements become harder, using all his bulk and muscles to take me. I hear him breathe the way he does when he’s about to come and, after two more delicious thrusts, he stays planted to the root. I let my knees slip and feel his body come over mine, but he doesn’t give me his bulk. Staying deep inside me, he breathes hard as he comes down quietly into the back of my neck. I love it when he’s spent from taking me.

  “I like quiet sex,” I whisper.

  He presses into me and says in my ear, “I don’t. I get off on hearing you moan. My family leaves tomorrow, back to normal.”

  “I like that, too. But I like hearing you breathe. It’s sexy.”

  He doesn’t say a word but I feel the goatee smile in the side of my face.

  I open my eyes and turn to look at him while whispering, “You had me where I couldn’t talk, but I love you, too.”

  The goatee grins and he whispers back, “Give me your sweet, baby.”

  I give my man a small smile before turning my head enough to put my lips to his. When I do, he takes over and without knowing it, he gives me sweeter than I could ever give him back. I never knew life could be this sweet. But here, on Athica Lane, it is.

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  Paige

  I turn off the water and grab my towel hanging on the hook outside the shower. It’s been three years and I still can’t believe how different this bathroom looks … thanks to my overbearing mother-in-law.

  I run the towel over my body but jump when I hear him. “Don’t know if I’ll ever get used to it, baby.”

  I turn, and through the thick frameless glass, I see him standing in the threshold that leads to our bedroom. He’s either back in record time or I zoned out under the water longer than I should have. My guess, it’s the latter. There’s so much on my mind right now.

  It’s summertime. School is out and Cam spends his mornings at The Shed but he’s home the rest of the day, hanging with us or taking care of the kids while I work on my blog. I don’t cater much anymore, the blog and kids keep me busier than I ever thought I’d be. Busier than my husband likes and I have a feeling he’s going to feel even stronger about it very soon.

  I squeeze the water out of my hair. “Get used to what?”

  I can almost feel them, his deep blue eyes dragging their way down my bare body. “You. Here. Mine to come home to every single day.”

  “Seriously?” I hike a brow and smile. “We’ve been married for three years. I’d think you’d be used to me by now.”

  His eyes lift to mine as I wrap my towel around me and step out of the shower. “You know, darlin’.”

  I do know but I hate it. It makes my stomach turn to think that Campbell Montgomery could ever imagine a day I wouldn’t be here for him to come home to. The thought of being anywhere but at his side is nothing but painful. I love my life, our life, and the home we’ve created for Jordy, Cara, and Rosie. This world we’re still creating—it’s evolving and organic—even if he doesn’t understand just how much at this moment.

  But he will soon enough.

  I move to my sink and he follows, standing behind me, dwarfing me as I take in our reflection in the mirror. But his eyes don’t meet mine. They’re following his finger that’s currently chasing stray water droplets down my bare back. “Where are the kids?”

  He leans in and puts his lips to my wet hair. “Your mom nabbed them when I dropped off the contracts to your dad. We’ll meet them at Tony’s for dinner tonight.”

  I turn in the little space he’s given me, look up, and smile. “It’s done then? The Shed is officially expanding to indoor sports?”

  He hooks a finger in my towel between my breasts and yanks me flush to his body. “Ten courts. They’ll break ground next week and should have everything finished by January.”

  I lift up on my toes and press my lips to his. “Proud of you.”

  He ignores me and gives my towel a yank. It’s now sitting in a lump at our feet, leaving me completely bare. “It should be a crime how fast I left our kids with their grandparents. Rushed home, knowing I’d have some extra time to fuck you before we have to leave.”

  This wasn’t my plan but I also didn’t plan on having the house to ourselves. I press my hands over his abs, feeling his body that’s nothing but a machine since he works out with his team and at The Shed more than ever. “You know I’m always up for that but we need to talk first—"

  He shakes his head and presses his hips into my tummy, showing me he has no interest in talking. His cock is long and hard and ready, still held hostage inside his athletic shorts. “Paige, the kids are gone and you’re naked. There’s nothing I want to talk about right now besides fucking my wife at four-thirty on a Thursday.”

  With my hair still dripping down my back, Cam runs his hands down my chest, over my sensitive breasts, squeezing as they go. He shifts back a half-step before dropping to a knee in front of me. I reach out and run my fingers through his thick hair. “We’re going to be late, aren’t we?”

  He leans in and sucks on the skin at my hip and drags a hand up the inside of my leg. “Your mother will just have to deal with it.”

  A moan slips through my lips and I can’t argue. I squeeze my thighs together because it doesn’t take much. I’m always ready for him. “We’re going to be really late then.”

  His beautiful blues hit me. “Fuck, yes. Now, I need to make you quit talking. Shift these legs apart for me, baby. Let’s see what you can do on my tongue.”

  My eyes widen. I hate it when he does this even though I end up loving it. He knows how to push me outside of my comfort zone, yet always make it good for me. “Cam—”

  He slides a finger through my slit where I’m wet and needy. “Don’t Cam me. Life is too short to not get your
freak on.” I lose his eyes when he leans in and I see his tongue peek out, barely tasting me before kissing me in a way he usually does to my other lips. I have to grip the counter behind me because my legs have lost their will to hold me upright. I press my hips into him for more friction, more of his touch, and more of what I really want the most right now—his tongue.

  But I lose all of it.

  “Why did you stop?”

  He runs a hand down the back of my leg and that mouth I wanted so much just moments ago turns into a naughty smirk as he shakes his head. “You want my mouth on you, you’re gonna have to work for it.”

  “We really don’t have time for this.”

  His hand wraps around my ankle and he sits back on his calf, lifting my foot and setting it on his knee. “You’re standing above me naked. We can miss dinner for all I care. All I’m hungry for is you.”

  My head falls back at the same time he raises my foot higher right before fitting my arch onto his rock-hard shoulder. This spreads me, cool air brushing against my clit and my sex. I shiver when his tongue tastes me again but only for what feels like a millisecond.

  “You want my mouth, baby, come get it.”

  I shake my head before admitting, “You know I want it, Cam. Why do you make me do things like this?”

  “Because,” he leans in and kisses my pelvic bone, “you love it.” He looks at me before running his lips over my belly button, making me smile. If he only knew. “I love pulling you out of your shell. I’ve got all your firsts, baby, and I want as many of them as I can get. Right back to that day when I took you for the first time. You’re my virgin in everything. Now, I’ll give you my mouth but, darlin’, what you do with it is up to you.”

  Shit.

  He reaches for me, effectively stretching my raised leg higher and spreading me farther. His lips brush my clit, whisper against my sex, tormenting me beyond all measure. Promises of bright lights, overheated skin, and tunnel vision pick at my brain. And like it does every time Cam and I are together since the first day I laid eyes on him when he dumped his drink down my chest, my heart skips a beat with the excitement of something new.

  Will he ever run out of new to give me?

  I hope not.

  When it comes down to it, I’ll do whatever Cam wants.

  He’s always a dream I couldn’t fathom, even in my wildest imagination.

  “Paige,” he licks my skin one more time, “you know you want this.”

  I look down my heaving breasts and hard nipples, past my flat stomach that will soon be rounded with Cam’s baby, to where he’s waiting. And just like always, my husband is not a patient man.

  So I tip my hips forward until I find his mouth.

  And do exactly what he wants. I work for it.

  Cam

  Fuck. It’s all I can do not to take over—sit her on the edge of the sink, spread her wide, and devour her.

  But we have the time we usually don’t and pushing my sweet wife to try things she’d never do otherwise stirs something in me every single time.

  Like now, when she shows me how much she wants it. Wants me. When she gets lost in us and her desire takes over every timid bone in her body. Because Paige’s innocence will always be mine. I’ve tucked it away in every corner of my soul, and when we’re like this, I want nothing more than to pound my chest and remind the world that I own it. It’s as intoxicating and weighty as the day she stole my heart. It was the same day Jordy and Cara fell in love with her—the day she put herself on the line for them. Saved them and, in turn, saved me, showing me how much more there is to life. She gave me my Rosie. The five of us are a perfection I never dreamed of.

  She presses her pussy against my mouth and I show her clit how much I’m captivated by it. A swirl—just the tip of my tongue—to make her want more. I thought the blood had rushed to my dick before, but when she starts to move against my mouth, I’m not sure how much longer I can last.

  I never knew my obsession would know no end, never soar high enough to touch the clouds, be abso-fucking-lutely unreachable. But here I am, drowning in Paige Montgomery deeper than ever before.

  “Cam.” My name is a whisper on her lips, tangled with whimpers and moans. “Don’t stop. Oh, please.”

  There’s no way for me to tell her she’s the one who shouldn’t stop since her fingers are glued to my scalp, holding me to her. My hands dwarf each cheek of her perfect ass and I squeeze. I can’t wait a second longer, so I take over and feel her leg shake where it’s still resting on my shoulder.

  The rest of her body follows suit.

  She’s not quiet when her orgasm echoes off the Italian marble of our ridiculous master bathroom. I support her weight since she’s almost limp and stand at the same time I free my cock that’s begging for attention. With my hands on her hips, I sit her ass on the counter and spread her.

  Finally.

  I surge inside my wife—a place I could live out the rest of my days. A place where we’re the closest and nothing in the world can separate us.

  She wraps her legs around my waist and holds on. I dip my face into her wet hair and get a glimpse of us in the mirror. Paige, small and naked, wrapped around me. And, me, nothing but desperate for her.

  Her lips land on the base of my neck, followed by her tongue with just a nip of her teeth.

  I take her harder.

  Her nip pinches deeper in a way I know will leave a mark. I feel it in my balls. Crushing her to me, I pump three more times and come.

  Besides my lungs begging for air, I can’t move. As our hearts return to a steady beat, I stay planted, her ass barely on the edge of the counter where I’m holding her.

  “I’m going to need another shower. You made me sweaty,” she says against the skin of my neck where she marked me. I’m gonna take shit for that at The Shed, but at least she knows better than to do that during the school year. I can’t teach calculus with a love bite and I’d rather wrestle gators in hell before ever wearing a turtleneck.

  Still coming down, I don’t let go of her. “Told you we were going to be late.”

  “Cam—”

  “Shh,” I hush and don’t allow her to move. “Let’s call in sick. Your family can do without us for one hoopla. Your parents can drop the kids off after.”

  She sighs. “There’s no calling in sick to Lizzie Carpino.”

  I press into her one more time and groan, dragging my eyes open because I know she’s right. There’s no reason to take on the Carpinos when food is invol—

  I freeze.

  “Darlin’?”

  “I’m sorry. If it were at my parents’ house I’d cancel, but Leigh is cooking and—”

  “Baby,” I interrupt. All of a sudden, nothing matters besides the inanimate object on the counter that might as well be alive because it’s screaming from the hilltops. Before, I was so wrapped up in Paige, I couldn’t see anything but her. I turn and press my lips to her head. “You have something you need to tell me?”

  Her fingers press into my lats that are as taut as the rest of me.

  “Cam,” she whispers and I can feel it everywhere as something new grows inside me instantly. Something big and something I didn’t know my already exploding heart had room for.

  I stare down at the stick that says one word, but might as well be a million. “I knocked you up again?”

  She pulls back from me and those big brown eyes I plan on looking into until the end of my days are glassy. So similar to the last time she told me she was pregnant. Only this time, her tears aren’t from worry. This time, they’re happy, full of nothing but pure fucking joy.

  She nods and her voice is low and rough. “I took the test before you got home. I thought I might be but wanted to make sure before I said anything.”

  Threading my hand into her messy hair that’s starting to dry in a way she’s gonna bitch about later, I take her mouth. When we finally come up for air, I tip my forehead to hers. “How do you do it?”

  Happy tears dri
p down her face to my hand that’s cupping her cheek. “Well, I did have your help. It wasn’t immaculate.”

  I shake my head and kiss the smartass off her face. “No. How do you keep making life sweeter?”

  She wraps her arms around me and presses into my chest. “In your words, we pulled the goalie, so we shouldn’t be surprised. But four kids is a lot. Are you happy?”

  Putting my fingers to her chin, I lift her beautiful face to mine and make sure I have her full and undivided attention. “Never happier, Paige Montgomery. Never in my life have I been this happy.”

  I see it in her eyes—she doesn’t need to say it but she does anyway. “Thank you for making my dreams come true.”

  “Baby.” I wrap her up. “There’s no way you’re getting dressed. We’re calling in sick.”

  This time I don’t get an argument, just her laugh that settles into my chest.

  Making life perfect.

  Paige’s Pumpkin Cookies

  Pumpkin Spiced and Iced Cookies

  2 ¼ c. flour

  1 ½ tsp. pumpkin pie spice

  1 tsp. baking powder

  ½ tsp. baking soda

  ½ tsp. salt

  1 c. (2 sticks) butter, softened

  1 c. sugar

  1 15oz. can solid pack pumpkin

  2 eggs

  1 tsp. vanilla extract

  1 c. cinnamon chips

  1 c. white chocolate chips

  1 c. chopped walnuts (optional, I don’t use them)

  Combine flour, pumpkin pie spice, baking powder, baking soda and salt in a medium bowl. Beat butter and sugar in large bowl until creamy. Beat in pumpkin, eggs and vanilla. Gradually beat in flour mixture. Stir in chips and nuts. Drop by rounded table spoons onto baking sheets.

  Bake in preheated oven at 375 degrees for 15 – 20 minutes or until edges are lightly browned. Cool completely on a wire rack and drizzle with glaze.