Normally he wouldn't have been that unpleasant to a complete stranger, not without much provocation, but something about the way his Kerry had reacted to her mere presence had tipped him off that today wasn't the first time she'd been at the end of that wasp's tongue. He guessed that was going to be part of his responsibility now, too, figuring out who the fuck the enemy was and breaking them down. Fuck! Like he had time for this small town bullshit drama. But since she was involved, he guessed he didn't have much of a choice. He hadn't dug too deep into the mechanics of the town. Mostly, the people he ran into were friends of his grandparents when he went to the pharmacy to pick shit up for gramps or went to one of their old hangouts on some errand or other for the old man. No one had ever mentioned her or what had happened to her in his presence. Why would they? He'd learned all he did about her from Lucille, but it looked like he was going to have to do some digging on his
Across town, Kyle was headed into the office of one Dr. Paul Blunt. He needed to see what the fuck he was up against. Not that he saw the other man as competition, he wouldn't allow that shit. But he needed to get a look and feel for this guy to see what it was that she seemed to want to hold onto. The little receptionist at the desk saw him coming and perked right up. If he wasn't already half gone over the one he'd just left, he might've given her a second glance. Figures, the day after he'd met that one, he'd run into just the type of woman he would've gone for had she not flung herself under his damn skin. Ain't that a bitch? "Good afternoon. May I help you?" "I need to see the doctor." He looked at her just to see if there was anything. Not a fucking blip. His dick was still semi-hard, but she had nothing to do with it, he couldn't even raise a smile for her, and she was trying so hard. If she smiled any wider, it would break her jaw. "Oh, do you have an appointment?"
He had yet to lay eyes on this ex-best-friend, but he was sure from what little he'd learned that she was of the same caliber as that Sarah person. Fucking succubus. He could well imagine that his princess was no match for her, not in that arena anyway. She didn't seem like she could hurt a fly if the fucker buzzed around her head all day. He'd just have to bring some of his own special brand of fuck you to the little town. There was no fucking way he was living here with that shit hanging over his woman's head. FUCK! It looked like she'd done in two days what his gramps hadn't been able to accomplish in weeks. One day with her and already he was thinking of staying. He didn't dwell too heavily on the change. Nothing was set in stone yet. But he accepted that walking away from this, from her, wasn't going to be as easy as he'd first believed. "You go back to your writing; I'll get the coffee." He stopped her from going into the kitchen. His mind was now going in the opposite dire
They headed out with the old man talking a mile a minute, trying to sell him on the idea of small-town life. It was true he could work from anywhere and head back when the need arose. She could go with him on those trips. As he listened to the old man try to reel him in, he was busy planning her life in his head. He didn't once question whether or not she'd be on board with any of this. As far as he was concerned, the decision had been made, now set in fucking stone. That part of him that made him such a formidable foe in the boardroom was in full effect. She didn't stand a chance. Besides, the way she went up in flames in his arms, he didn't foresee any problems. And if she made her past a stumbling block, then he'd just have to smash that fuck into pieces. He fell in love with the place from a distance. Gramps was right; it looked as if it were looking down at the rest of the town from its great height on top of the hill with the water as a backdrop. The grounds were immaculate
He wanted to go get her and bring her back there to see the house, but it was already getting late, and he was sure she hadn't eaten anything since he'd left her. So he nixed that idea in favor of picking up something to eat. Tonight he would begin his campaign to win her over completely. He liked being the one on this side for a change and had no doubt that he would have her heart in the palm of his hand before long. After today's little experiment, he figured he was gonna have to work on her some more to get her over her fear of facing the town again, though. She had nothing to be ashamed of, and he was gonna do everything in his power to prove that to her. But first, he had to completely take her over; that was more important. And maybe he could work on not wanting to commit murder every time the thought of her ex arose. It galled the fuck out of him that the other man was there first, but that was his shit to deal with; he couldn't hold that against her. That would be an assh
Kerry was tired, tired, but happy. Her writing was coming along better than she'd hoped, and her mind was no longer trapped between the four walls she'd called home for the last little while. She stretched and looked with half interest at the hours- cold coffee in the cup next to her. Outside, the light was beginning to wane, and her first thought was of Kyle. She wondered where he was and what kind of mood he was in. He sure was an unpredictable one, kind of like the man she'd just spent the last few hours inventing. Life sure was a funny thing. What were the odds that she would meet him just at the time that she was venturing into this new phase of her life? He and his persona fit perfectly like food for fodder on the pages of her make-believe world. It wasn't her fairytale she was worried about now, though. Now that she'd come up for air, her mind was filled with the memory of his kisses and the way he'd held her hand. Even the way he'd stood up to Sarah in her defense. It was
No kiss had ever felt like this. Nothing and no one had ever taken her over and under this way, and she was lost. She gave up thinking and just enjoyed. "Shh-shh-shh." She had no idea what he was talking about until she realized she was keening and mewling into his mouth as her body tried to climb his again. With abject embarrassment, she tried pulling herself from his arms, but he held on. "It's okay, sweetheart." He held her close and wrapped his arms tighter around her, the beating of their hearts trying to outpace each other. He fought hard not to do what he's always accusing her of, thinking of her ex. But he wanted to know had to know if she'd given the other man this much heat. Pulling her head back, he studied her clouded eyes. "Did you go up like this for him?" She shook her head before she gave it any thought. "No, never, I don't...." She was about to say she didn't know what had come over her but found her lips consumed once more. He took her under hard and fast,
Kyle lifted his glass of water to his lips and took a sip as he watched her over the glass. Beaten, broken, that's what she was, or what she had been rather. He meant to change that shit and give her back what it was she thought she'd lost. And he wasn't going to be nice about that shit either. "Are any of them still your friends? Anyone come around?" Why was he asking her these questions? What difference did it make? Still, she answered even though the answer made her feel ashamed. "No, no one. But then again, I stopped answering the door." "How hard did they try?" There was no answer she could give. In the beginning, when she'd been moving from couch to couch until she could find a place to stay, some of them had made an effort to call to check up on her. But then, after everything was final and they'd all abandoned ship, she'd started to believe they'd only been looking for news to gossip and laugh over. That had gutted her. He didn't ask her any more embarrassing questi
Thank heaven his mom never listened for shit and had shown up a few hours after the delivery, ready to take over. He wouldn't admit it to her, but he'd never been more grateful for her presence than then. With her and his dad there to help gramps and Ms. Lucille and their crew keep an eye on things, he was able to breathe easy where his family was concerned. He knew he had enemies in town-well three of them for sure. And though two of them were gone now, two months ago, he was still on fucking high alert. He didn't trust that Jen person one fuck; the trick was a sociopath if you asked him, and capable of anything. After the new ruling and Paul had exhausted all of his attempts to swindle Kerryanne out of her half to no avail, they had no choice but to cut the check, which was promptly signed over to the contractors working on the project Kyle had already started for battered and abandoned women. He'd gotten the idea from her story, seeing her going through what she had when they
Instead of the one nanny, they now had two, and that was only because she'd kicked up a fuss at three. "How're the boys?" Her sons were asleep in the crib they'd set up in the master suite next to their bed. Kyle had insisted, and she agreed that they were too young to be left alone in the nursery just yet. "Kaden just went to sleep, but Kellan's been out for a while." He sniffed Kylie's hair and held her close. There was no escaping the fact that she was daddy's little princess in every sense of the word. Though he was as proud as could be when it came to his sons. "And you, how is my wife?" She never got tired of hearing him call her that, but she knew there was another reason behind it this time. "All clear." His eyes smoldered, and that place between her thighs tingled. It had been way too long since she'd felt his heavy length inside her. Too long since she'd felt him over her, under her, behind her, he kissed their daughter before placing her back in the crib with her brother
EPILOGUEGeez, he's so sappy over that kid; it made her grin. "Kyle, she needs her sleep." "But I haven't seen her all day, and she missed her daddy, didn't you, little princess?" He nuzzled the baby, who cooed-she only did that for her daddy. Mercy, it had been a trying time these last few months. That day after Jen had left in such a hurry, Kerry had gone into labor. Kyle had wanted to go after her and strangle her for bringing it on two months early, but Kerry had convinced him that the woman's visit had nothing to do with it. Well, maybe realizing the woman had broken up her marriage with a child that was obviously not her ex-husband's was a bit much to take in. After the mad dash to the hospital where she'd seen her husband in fine form, barking out orders and threats like a drill sergeant at someone other than her, she'd been rushed into the delivery room. "Mom isn't due back for another couple of weeks." "I know, hon, we'll be fine." "We haven't chosen a nanny yet; we
"It's time to go home." She sighed as he came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her. "Already? I don't wanna." "I know, sweetheart, we'll come back soon, I promise." He'd given up the idea of taking the yacht around the world since he didn't want to risk her pregnancy and instead had brought them to his little private beach in Santorini. Three weeks of the most amazing sunsets, good food, sun, and the best sex since his wife had morphed into a nympho, and now it was time to go. He didn't want to go either, but life called. She was well into her seventh month, and though she hadn't been complaining, he was starting to get nervous. Most days, while she napped, he spent his time reading up on what was going on in her body, and if he wasn't mistaken, her tummy had dropped. As far as he could tell, that was weeks ahead of schedule, but he didn't say anything to her about it because she was getting more and more anxious about labor as the days go on. He couldn't say that
It was another hour and a half before they left the bed for the bathtub, where they took turns bathing each other and giggling like two teenagers about their big day. "Happy?" He wrapped his arms around her from behind as the bubbles fizzled and melted away. "Very." She turned her lips for a kiss while his hands played with her full tits. He had to call a halt so they could go get ready for their big day. *** She was beautiful. His mother had hired a bevy of twittering females to do her hair and makeup and get her ready for her big day. She'd asked him to leave such things to her since Kerryanne didn't have a mom or sisters, and he was proud of the way his had stepped in to fill the void. He didn't like the way they'd all tried to scalp him when he'd entered the inner sanctum to give her-her gift, though - damn women. Kerry wore the biggest smile under her veil as she made her way to the altar towards him on his grandfather's arm. The old man had offered his services, and
She'd held out for all of five minutes, refusing to choose anything, but that didn't last long once they started bringing out the samples. Since she'd gotten to know Kyle's two sisters in the last few months, she'd asked them to be bridesmaids and, over very loud protest, had convinced Ms. Lucille to be her matron of honor. They'd invited their new friends from town who'd been only too excited to accept. No one mentioned Paul and Jen, for which she was eternally grateful. She didn't want anything to spoil her day and was sure she'd be visiting Kyle from behind glass if either of them tried anything. *** The big day dawned sunny and bright, and her eyes popped open before the birds started singing in the trees. She was wrapped securely in his arms, and his soft breath against her nape said he was still asleep. She laid there quietly, just taking it all in. She wished her mom and dad had been here to see it, to see how happy she was now. Where once she'd been afraid to be th
The next few months were a whirlwind of activity. Her morning sickness had disappeared at the start of her second trimester. The house was completely furnished thanks to Kyle threatening everyone to get his way, and the wedding was in two days. Surprisingly, she was calm and relaxed while her husband to be had completely lost it. "Kerryanne, get down from there. Are you nuts?" She rolled her eyes and stepped down from the mini ladder. She'd climbed up to fix the corner of the curtain, thinking he was busy in his new home office. The man was a tyrant. Every afternoon, he made her take a nap whether she needed one or not. He made her breakfast, lunch, and dinner because the smell of food still made her nauseous, and he was like a bodyguard whenever they left the house. They hadn't seen or heard from Paul since that day at the old apartment. The restraining order seemed to be working well, and she had outgrown her fear. Then again, Kyle was never too far away, so no one had the oppo
"What are you thinking about?" His voice brought her back from her thoughts. She guessed she was going to have to get used to the fact that he always knew when Paul hopped into her mind. "I was just counting my blessings. My life is so changed from just a few short months ago. It's one thing to write a story that goes from zero to sixty in a few pages, but quite another to see it unfold in reality. Thank you." Now it was she who lifted their joined hands and kissed his knuckles." "For what babycakes?" He pulled into a parking space outside the doctor's office. "For finding me, loving me." He turned the key in the ignition and kissed her hair. "You're more than welcome." *** The doctor turned out to be a nice middle-aged woman who seemed to know her way around a disgruntled father-to-be. She answered all his questions with a patience that could only have been born with time and experience because he had a lot. Kyle had been reading up on pregnancy and fatherhood, bu
Kyle pulled out and rolled away from Kerryanne early the next morning, but when he moved in for his snuggle and kiss, she pushed him away and made a mad dash for the bathroom. He followed her and, kneeling on the floor next to her, held her hair back. Since this was the third or fourth time he'd seen this, he was getting good at knowing what to do next. So after wetting a washcloth, he cooled her brow and helped her wash up before leading her back to bed. "I'm making you a cup of tea, and then we're going to the doctor." "But my appointment isn't for another two days." She sounded pitiful. "I don't care; we're going." His first choice had been to find her a doctor in Chicago, but both her and his mom had convinced him that it didn't make sense for her to travel all that way by private plane for every appointment. Of course, the asshole wasn't a choice, so they'd found one in the next town over. Female. He didn't care how much everyone laughed at him; no male doc was puttin