John claps me on the shoulder. “Hey, buddy. Ready to go?” I turn to find Lia’s father there, looking oddly nervous, his cart idling behind him. Given no choice, I nod. “Yeah,” I grunt, taking a seat in the passenger side. “Let’s go.” At the very least, this round of golf will give me a chance to e
My hand balls into a shaking fist as I look around and realize every man in the place is staring at her. Ogling that hot little tush and adjusting themselves. “Damn, is that really Amarie’s kid?” one of them says to his friend, smacking his lips. “She grew up nice.” “Jesus, you’re not kidding. Too
“Why didn’t you tell me your father was broke?” Gasping, she shoots to her feet. She sways and I catch her up against me, so she won’t fall, swallowing a groan over the perfect contact, the smoothness of her skin, the way her little tits smash to my big chest. “H-how did you find out?” “He told
“If you weren’t on the pill…” I rear back and slap her ass. Twice. “I’d get you pregnant for wearing that goddamn bathing suit.” There’s a new, excited light in her eyes when they lock on mine, her breath racing fast, so fast. “I stopped taking m-my pill this weekend,” she whispers, searching my fa
I’m never leaving my bedroom again. Maybe I’m not ready for adulthood or college or big decisions. Maybe I’m just a stupid, eighteen-year-old kid. What was I thinking, trying to scheme Tristan into a relationship? He doesn’t want a child for a girlfriend. Sex is one thing, but going public when his
“I don’t know.” My voice is unbalanced. “It started out as a crush on your dad, but then it just…snowballed. And then I couldn’t breathe unless I saw him at least once a day—” “Gross. Look, is he the reason you’re friends with me?” My chest seizes with disbelief. “What?” I reach out and grab his a
I expect him to be standing on the other side of the orange door. But I never could have expected to walk into the hillside of swaying cherry blossom trees to find Tristan in a tuxedo, a pastor holding a bible to his left. Tristan’s head lifts at my entrance, his expression transforming with love,
Five Years Later Every year, on the anniversary of our impromptu wedding, me and Lia renew our vows. It’s always the biggest party of the year—and it’s happening tonight. If you told me a decade ago that I’d be the kind of man who looks forward to parties, I wouldn’t have believed you. But I have t
Five years later..."How are you not used to this by now?" I take my eyes off the two agents to glance over at Henry. It still feels odd to call him that sometimes after calling him Mr. President for so long."They look at her," I growl. One thing I sure don't miss about the White House is having pe
Six months later...I bounce on the edge of the seat of our SUV about to burst with excitement. "Sweet pea. Calm down." I glance over at Ford, who is driving us home. He's smiling at me. He's let his facial hair grow a touch. I can still feel the reminder on my thighs right now. He's looked so much
July puts a hand on the president's arm and nods. "I like the sound of that. We're all out of here in six months, and I think I'd like nothing more than to raise your brother or sister with you nearby. We've got a lot of time to let this grow and plan the future."She looks up to the president, who
"The president is landing," the voice in my ear says, and I give Sloan one last kiss."We've got to go downstairs. Your dad is about to get here and I want to talk to Chad.""Okay," she says as she straightens her spine. She has more courage than I gave her credit for.Even after everything that's h
The shower shuts off and Ford steps out. He towels off and helps me down from the counter as if it's too high for me to jump from. He holds me as we walk out, and I see the blood on my bedroom floor and wall."I'll get it cleaned up." He kisses the top of my head. "You need more clothes." He smacks
Ford starts wailing on him, hitting him over and over. Two agents run over and try to pull Ford off him, but they can't. One looks over at me and I'm pretty sure it's the same one who busted us having sex. He looks at me and I know he's asking me for some kind of help."Ford," I call out. "I'm scare
I search my closet for a shirt, but I'm so frantic I can't find one even though I'm surrounded by them. I stop what I'm doing and close my eyes. I take a deep breath to calm myself down."Get it together," I tell myself.Too much has just happened. I lost my virginity, Ford told me he loves me, and
"This will only hurt a little bit," I tell her, hoping it's not a lie.I push forward another inch, and she whimpers, but I've never felt anything so fucking good. It's tight and hot and so goddamn sticky sweet."Fuck, let me in, sweet pea," I say as I press my forehead to hers and thrust in a littl
I've thought of our first kiss a thousand times, but every fantasy I came up with was weak compared to what it's like to have my lips on hers. She opens her mouth right away and I groan as my tongue touches her. I always thought the devil was the one calling the shots when he sent her to me. Why els