Filthy Beautiful Love

by Kendall Ryan

  Using my body for his pleasure, Colton pumps into me, taking me and making me cry out in ecstasy.

  Bringing one hand around, he finds my clit and rubs me until I am quaking and bucking beneath him. The sensations are too much, and I combust, white hot sparks flashing behind my eyelids as I come.

  Colton isn't far behind me, thrusting twice more before withdrawing and erupting in a hot, sticky mess against my skin.

  He pulls me against him and I can feel his heart pounding just as hard as mine. We're breathless and move languidly, as if in a dream.

  After a warm shower, we collapse into bed together, our bond deeper than ever before. My trust in him, in us, has grown exponentially after all we've endured, all we've shared. And I shudder to think what my life would be like right now if I hadn’t met Colton. He is my life line. My savior. The reason I open my eyes and roll out of bed in the morning. He's my everything.

  As much shame and guilt as I had for spending Becca's last months on this earth falling for and making love with this man, I know it was exactly as it was meant to be. My love for Becca will never be replaced, she will always hold the very center of my heart, but I know without my love for Colton, I wouldn’t survive this. Her loss is staggering. And he pieces me back together again.

  For that, I am incredibly grateful.

  "Thank you for trusting me," he whispers against my neck, curling his big, warm body around mine and holding me tight.

  His words are all wrong, I should be the one thanking him, but I understand just what he means. It took an incredible amount of trust to go home with him that night, to put my mouth on him that first time, to give him my heart, and now, to trust that he'll stitch me back together again when I need him the most.

  "I love you," I tell him.

  "I love you more, sweetness," he whispers.

  Epilogue

  Sophie

  Six Months Later

  "Keep your eyes off her tits, dude," Colton growls at Pace for the third time today.

  I giggle and look over at Pace. He smiles at me not-so-innocently before fixing a pair of sunglasses over his eyes. "Sorry, Soph. I'm having quite a dry spell, and any time there's boobs in the vicinity my eyes automatically go to them, but I know it's no excuse," he says.

  Colton looks ready to punch him. I settle my hand over Colton's in an attempt to calm him. "It's okay, Pace."

  I look down at my bikini clad chest, making sure that everything's covered. It is. Thank God.

  "Here, cover up, sweetness." Colton hands me a beach towel.

  "I'm not wearing a towel. I'm trying to get a tan," I tell him.

  Colton bites his lip, stewing, but he lets it go.

  We're spending a perfect day on Collins' yacht, and I have to admit, I feel like a bit of goddess. All three men have been very attentive, helping me board the boat, bringing me champagne, rubbing sunscreen onto my shoulders, and providing me with endless amusement as they bicker.

  There are times I feel bad for smiling and laughing when she can't anymore. But then Colton weaves his fingers through mine and I know he's reading my thoughts. Becca would want me to be happy, so I push the dark, somber thoughts away and focus on the good in my life.

  The sun is shining brightly overhead, making my diamond and sapphire engagement ring sparkle and glitter in the light. I hold out my hand, admiring it in the sun and Colton's answering smile is bright enough to light up a room.

  The day he slipped it onto my finger was one the happiest of my life. I'd inadvertently found it in his sock drawer a few weeks before he proposed. I'd tucked it back away of course, but as the days passed without a proposal I'd started to panic, wondering if he'd changed his mind.

  He hadn't.

  A few days later, he flew us to Rome, back to the hotel I stayed at with Becca. And in the same hotel suite I'd shared with my sister, he proposed. We were surrounded by dozens of white flickering candles and big bunches of white peonies. After I said yes, he pulled a pink Starburst from his pocket and bit it in half, feeding us each a piece of it. It was incredibly sweet, romantic and heartfelt. Becca was there, silently cheering us on. I could almost imagine her grabbing my left hand, and making some obscene comment about how large the stone was.

  The last year has been the hardest of my life, but I'd worked through all seven stages of grief. Denial. Pain. Anger. And now I've reached acceptance, though in my darkest hours, I never thought this day would come. Maybe I just never wanted it come. Never wanted to reach the place where I accepted her loss.

  It's been a rocky healing process, but I've been stitched together by Colton's love and my own sheer determination to live life to the fullest. God had a plan all along. He knew he was going to call Becca home, and brought me to Colton in the most unlikely of places.

  I know the ache will never go away, but I've begun to heal. To actually live again, rather than just going through the motions. And that the change in me is mostly due to this beautiful man lying beside me.

  Colton is exactly what I need. He's smooth as silk when the situation calls for it, opening doors, pouring wine, helping fasten the pearl necklace at my throat. And rough around the edges when I need that too. His hungry mouth devouring every inch of me, a firm hand tossing me down onto the bed, pulling my panties down my legs and punishing my insides with his powerful strokes while whispering filthy words that make me blush. I love every side of this man. Crave them all. I thank my lucky stars that one man has been enough to satisfy all the different sides of me when I felt like I was splintering and breaking apart.

  "We should have invited Kylie," Pace comments to no one in particular. The few times he'd seen her, he always regarded her with a mystified sort of interest. She'd been a good friend as I worked though my grief, bringing homemade soup over to the house and letting me miss as much work as I needed.

  "She has a baby, she can't just take off boating at a moment's notice," Colton reminds him.

  "I never thought about that," Pace says, looking thoughtful. "I could have watched the little guy…" he remarks under his breath.

  Collins, Colton and I share a meaningful look, as if wondering what has gotten into him.

  Becca's words from the pool party and her letter come rushing back to me about what pretty babies me and Colton are going to make, and I wonder if I can get him to sneak below deck with me. Who am I kidding, this is Colton. Of course he will.

  "Hey hot stuff," I say to my handsome fiancé. "Do you want to go cool off below deck?"

  His wicked grin tells me he knows exactly what's on my mind. "I love you so fucking much," he says. "Let's do it."

  I rise, and tug him up. His full height towers above me, making me feel small. Then he laces his fingers in mine and I know I am going to be okay. We are going to be okay.

  Our relationship has been unconventional. Unexpected. As he thumbs the ring on my left hand, I think to myself how we have come full circle.

  "Can you believe we're here? That you will soon be my wife?" he asks, mirroring my thoughts. The word wife on his lips in relation to me sends little tingles skittering up my body.

  "Who would have thought it would cost you a cool million to get a wife?" I ask, gazing up at him sweetly, but my tone daring.

  "That is not funny Soph," he admonishes.

  "What? I thought it was my incredible sense of humor that got your attention."

  "No. It was your courage," he says, the conversation turning from playful to serious.

  He gazes down at me adoringly and I can feel every bit of his love burning so intensely. I wonder if it will always be like this between us. Choosing to live in the moment, I give his hand a tug. "Come with me, sir. I need to give you a test drive before I decide how suitable a husband you'll make."

  His mouth curves up in a lazy smile. "I will be the best damn husband in the world. Now get your sexy ass down those stairs before I spank you and fuck you right here in front of my brothers."

  I turn and head obediently below deck, my body hum
ming with all kinds of approval. I love all the sides to this man, but my favorite is when he lets his inner alpha male out to play. Today is going to be a very good day.

  Filthy Beautiful Lust

  (Book 3 in the Filthy Beautiful Lies series)

  Coming November 10, 2014

  Pace Drake loves sex. He knows where get it, what to say, what to do, and he makes no apologies for satisfying his needs. But when he meets single mom, Kylie Sloan, he's enthralled by her, and begins to question his standard operating procedure. After all, there's no chase, no mystery when banging a woman in a nightclub bathroom. Kylie's depth and determination make the sloppy, drunken hookups that fill his weekends seem empty and shallow. She's the opposite of the desperate, clingy women he's used to. She doesn’t want or need anyone to take care of her and that only makes him want to care for her more.

  Kylie's trust in men has vanished. The last guy she was with played ding-dong-ditch-it with her uterus and left her with a baby to raise. Now her infant son is the only man she has time for, even if she misses sex and intimacy more than she'd ever admit. Opening her heart up to a younger man who's best known for no-strings-attached sex and his casual lifestyle is probably the worst idea she's ever had. But Pace wants to prove to her there are still a few good guys left, and watching the sweet way he interacts with her baby makes her want to try…but she can really trust that his days of hitting it and quitting it are in his past?

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  Acknowledgements

  I have the best readers on the planet. Hands down. A tremendous thank you for making Filthy Beautiful Lies a New York Times & USA Today bestseller. Thank you for loving Colton and Sophie and getting just as wrapped up in their story as I did.

  Danielle Sanchez, you are a little publicity goddess. Thank you for your organization and all of the planning and work that goes into launching a book. Whew. I'm tired just thinking about it. And incredibly grateful for you.

  My lovely author friends who read my rough drafts, provide oh-so-helpful suggestions and cheer me on when I want to throw in the towel. Rachel Brookes, Meghan March, Emma Hart – you are all so wonderful.

  Thank you to all the bloggers who have supported this series, posted reviews and told all their friends. My sincerest gratitude to you.

  Last, to my two baby boys and darling husband…. You own my heart.

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