hands on the sides of her head, and her expression was horrified as she turned in a circle, not seeming to see anything in front of her. “Holy crap. We didn’t use a condom. I can’t be the other woman! A pregnant mistress? Holy crap! My parents are going to kill me. Life is not a fairy tale, Kate Weller.”After absorbing her ranting for a minute and then seeing the object in her hand, I caught on to the misunderstanding.“Kate.” She didn’t even register that I’d spoken as she continued to walk around and mutter to herself. I stalked over to her and yanked her into my arms. “Kate!”“Don’t touch me!”I didn’t let her go, despite her struggling.“Let me explain,” I demanded in a tone that said I meant business. She stopped wiggling, but her expression remained angry and resentful.“There is no one else but you.” She opened her mouth, but I shot her a look that had her snapping it shut. “There hasn’t been for a very long time.”I grabbed the wrist of her hand that was tightly clenched shut
“Jackson, you have to stop,” Kate moaned as I slid my lips up her neck to nibble on her ear. “My client needs this tomorrow.”Even with two babies, Kate was kicking ass at her degree in interior design. I was so fucking proud of her, and I supported her in any way I could. She’d also snagged an apprenticeship with a very prestigious firm due to a recommendation from one of her teachers. They’d offered her a full-time job when she graduated, but she decided to go freelance so she could control her hours and workload, giving her the option when she was home with our kids. She still had a year to go, and already, she was building up a strong clientele.Kate was standing at the kitchen counter, working on her laptop. I’d come up behind her, pressing my erect cock into her juicy ass while I splayed my hands over her still-flat belly.I’d called her parents as soon as she left the station and asked them to keep the kids a little longer tonight. I left out that it was so we could properly ce
When I open my eyes again, Layla is bent over with her sweet ass in the air again.Fuuuck.twoLayla“What are you doing?” Uncle Jay's voice barks at me.I straighten and hold up the ring clutched between my fingers. “It was my mother's.” I show it to him. “It’s too big for me, so it keeps sliding off my finger, but I couldn't leave it behind.”He grunts by way of answer as he marches over to me and opens the passenger door of his SUV. He's standing so close to me, I can smell the spicy scent of his cologne.My eyes travel up to his firm jaw. His big chest is heaving up and down. “Are you sure you're okay, Uncle Jay?” I ask him again.His nostrils flare, and he visibly swallows, but instead of answering, he tells me, “Get in the car, princess.”Princess. I instinctively clench my legs together. I don't know why that word from his lips affects me. All I know is it causes a pulsing at the apex of my thighs.My legs are shaking as I step up into the SUV. Jay stands behind me the whole ti
We lie there in awkward silence for a few moments until I finally whisper, “Jay?”“Yeah.” His voice is a strangled rasp.“Will you hold me?”He makes a tortured sound. “Fuck, Layla, I don't think that's a good—"His words trail off whenever I scoot closer to him. I curl close to him and breathe deeply, allowing his comforting scent to wash over me. He's so big and warm, and I feel safe in his presence.“Motherfuck,” he grumbles under his breath before he finally opens his arms and allows me to settle in.I happily snuggle into him, and oh my god, I feel so at home here. Everything about Jay is big and makes me feel safe—like nothing could ever hurt me again.He strokes his hands through my hair, petting me like a kitten, as he asks gruffly, “Do you want to talk about it?”I let out a stuttering breath. “There's nothing to talk about. I've been afraid of storms for as long as I can remember.” I snuggle closer to him and press a hand against his chest.His breathing becomes heavier, and
I’m no longer in control of myself. I’m on the field in a flash, yanking his arm from around her shoulders. “Don't fucking touch her!”He blinks and steps back with a hand up in the air. “Whoa, dude! Chill out!”My chest heaves as I contemplate all the ways I can murder this kid.Layla calms me with a gentle hand on my chest. Her touch captures my attention, and I look into her big blue eyes.“It's okay, Jay,” she tells me gently. “Take me home.” When my eyes cut back up to look at the young prick, she adds, “Please.”Fuck. I can't deny her when she says “please” in that sweet voice. So instead of throttling this fucker to within an inch of his life, I grab Layla’s hand and yank her off the football field. She trails along beside me willingly. She’s silent as I buckle her into my vehicle before getting in and slamming the door. I'm seething with rage at the memory of that boy's arm around her.Layla must sense my volatile temperament because, for once, she keeps her mouth shut.Neithe
“We're gonna play a game, princess.” His voice is low and gruff, and my heart flutters at his tone.“Okay,” I whisper.“Good girl,” he praises me, and I bite my lip as more moisture pools between my legs.His eyes darken when he sees it sliding down the inside of my thigh. He inhales a shaky breath before saying, “You’re going to sit here on Daddy's lap and bounce around.”I fall into my role easily. I bite my lip nervously as I look down at his big cock jutting from between his legs. “But, Daddy, your thing… will it get in the way?”Jay’s nostrils flare and sweat breaks out on his brow. “No, princess. It’s going to be inside you.”I furrow my brow. “Inside me?” I look down at his swollen length. “Are you sure it will fit?” I’m not entirely playacting. I have my doubts, but my body tells me it wants to try, even if Jay splits me in half.Jay nods his head. “Here. Let me show you.”He guides me astride him and lines himself up with my hole. The large crown pushes inside me, and I tense
My dad plops down on the couch and chats away, talking about his time in jail and his plans for the future. How he's going to do better. How he’ll never fuck up again.Jay and I are both silent. I cast glances at him, but he hasn't looked at me since my father walked in the door.As I sit there, silently begging Jay to look at me, my hurt turns to anger.Jay knows me well enough to realize I act out when I’m angry. I excuse myself from the room, feeling the heat of Jay’s eyes boring into my back. He couldn't meet my eyes head-on, but he'll stare a hole in my back as I walk away.Fuck him.I flounce into the bedroom I haven't slept in since Jay and I gave in to our passion. It's become a storage space for my clothes where I come every morning to grab some clothes.I rifle through my garments now, looking for the skimpiest, sluttiest outfit I can find. A micro mini skirt and a V-neck top, both of which are two sizes too small for me. I grew out of them sophomore year, but I can still squ
AURORAMy eyes flick toward the door. Run! My mind screams. I don’t even know what lies on the other side of that door, but the red exit sign lets me know it at least goes to the outside. But then what?I’m in a city that is completely new to me. I don’t know my way around or have anyone to help me. Not that it really matters much. I didn’t really know anyone from the city I grew up in either. The people I did know would be quick to hand me back over to my stepmother, Mara, who would then hand me over to the man who paid a small fortune to have me.For a fraction of a second, I thought maybe I could do this. Arranged marriages aren’t so far-fetched. I think lots of cultures still believe in them. Though I’m not sure if this could be considered the same thing since Edward Blackwood actually bought me. It wasn’t as though our parents thought we’d be a good match or something. I mean, the man is at least twice my age. Hell, he’s almost three times my age.I met my soon-to-be husband at a
“Open this door, you pussy.”“Fuck off.”“C’mon, let me in.”Zane sighed and cast a sour look toward the door but climbed to his feet nonetheless. He opened the door and returned to his tequila.“This is pathetic,” Vinceremarked, taking in the general disarray of the room and the Zane’s overall sense of self-loathing. “What is happening here? I can tell you what’s not happening — personal hygiene,” he said, waving away the stench of Zane’s unwashed body. “Jesus, open a damn window. You could choke an elephant.”Zane smirked, unmoved by his twin’s disgust. “I’ve resigned myself to wallowing in my own filth because it’s where I belong.”Vince rolled his eyes, irritated.“When did you grow ovaries? This is ridiculous. All this over one chick?”“She’s not just a chick!” Zaneshouted, slamming his fist down on the table so hard that the tequila nearly spilled. “She’s the mother of my daughter.Don’t you get it?” He stared hard at his twin, unable to contain his fury. “She’s the most amazi
Fresh arousal stabbed her as he withdrew his finger and replaced it with the head of his cock. He began the slow push and sheopened for him, eager to feel him penetrate her completely. “Tell me your fantasies, love,” he said with a grunt of pleasure as he seated himself more fully inside her. She groaned, unable to form words as the sensation of being utterly impaled swamped her ability to think clearly. “Tell me how you dreamed of my cock…”“Every night,” she gasped, arching deeply to accommodate Zane’s length. “I fantasized about you fucking me, like this, just like you did before. Ohhh, Zane!”His thrusts became harder and her tightened, pearled nipples rubbed against the comforter, adding another layer of delicious sensation that nearly sent her tumbling over the edge. “Oh God, I can’t hold back!” she admitted, shocked by how quickly she’d reached the point of no return but Zane didn’t mind, in fact, he seemed just as wild to crash into that wall as she was.“That’s it, baby,” Za
He watched as Beatrice andDina disappeared in the apartment without saying goodbye. He supposed he deserved that. Since he was terrible company at the moment, he didn't pursue them.He needed to talk to someone but whom could he trust with something so personal? Vince offered terrible counseland Dillon was busy with his own impending fatherhood.One person stood out in his mind but he was reluctant to go down that road for fear of what she’d say. But even as he feared this person’s honesty, he trusted her intuition unlike anyone else."Penny?" he asked when she answered the line. Her relieved sigh on the other told him volumes."It's about time you called. I thought I was going to give birth before you came to your senses. Now fill me in with the details; I want to know everything."By the time he’d finished, he felt emotionally drained.“Zane, don’t you see what theanswer is?” Penny asked.“If I knew the answer I wouldn’t be tied up in knots,” he grumbled. Wasn’t that obvious? “I
If good intentions accounted for anything, Zane was a damn angel. He’d planned to stay in the hotel and watch Pay-Per-View or even catch up on his reading on his e-reader app on his smart phone but the minute he saw his twin grinning from the peephole, he knew his night was not going to be spent inside that room.“What are you doing here?” heasked Vince as he let him into the room. “I told you to stay home.”“Yeah, but I heard the yearning in your voice that practically begged for me to come and rescue you so get dressed, slap some cologne across your face and let’s see what’s shaking in this town.There’s sure to be a couple of hot bodies available for a little between the sheets action and I, for one, could use a little stress-relief.”“What happened to your planswith the sub and the dungeon?”“Penny happened,” Vince said wryly. “She found out and gave me a ration of shit for trying to drag Dillon out for a bit. Man, that girl has a temper.Funny thing, I think Dillon was relieve
She’s everything I never realized I wanted until I saw her little face. I can’t take the chance that you’ll change your mind when things get tough.” He was perplexed until she added, “When I found out I was pregnant, I knew it was yours because I hadn’t been with anyone else since. So I did a little checking around. It wasn’t hard to dig up some unflattering stuff.”“Like what?”“Are you sure you want to know?”At his determined nod, she continued,“You’re a player who likes to party all the time and you’ve left a string of broken hearts in your wake, as well as someone who killed herself off the roof of your building. I can’t expose my daughter to that life. You have to understand, I want a traditional upbringing for my daughter and you simply can’t provide that with your background and your lifestyle.”At the mention of Isabel, Zanefelt a wave of shame. Beatrice didn’t know the half of what’d happened with Isabel and he’d prefer to keep it that way.“I wouldn’t bring Dina to the cl
Zane couldn't believe what hewas seeing. The entire drive to San Jose, he kept telling himself, this was all likely a ruse, some game to shake cash from his wallet. But as his gut tightened with instant recognition of the long-legged strawberry blonde, he remembered the night they’d spent together with frightening clarity. When she’d said names hadn’t been necessary, truthfully, he hadn't believed her. He’d figured after a little pillow time, she’d give up her identity — mystery solved. Girls always wanted a second round with a Mackenzie. And given how many times he'd made her squeal, he had arrogantly assumed she’d return begging for more. But that wasn't how the next morning had gone down at all."Where you going?" he asked sleepily when he realized she was no longer in the bed. He found her fully dressed and trying to find her shoes. "It's so early."She smiled and, having found her shoes under the bed, slipped them on her feet and grabbed her purse. "I had fun but it's time to go
Zane Mackenzie, one of the three owners and CEO of MackenzieEnterprises, stared at the scrawl on the paper in his hand, openly perplexed and rapidly growing agitated. Was it possible? Was this some sort of trick?There were plenty of people who wanted a piece of a Mackenzie, but only an idiot would stoop to something so easily disproved…unless it was no ruse and they had the DNA to back up their claim.Sweat dampened his brow and he wiped it away as he dropped the paper to the table and stalked away, needing a moment to collect himself.“You look as if you’ve just seen your past flash before you and you’reabout to fall over in a faint,” his twin brother Vince joked as they passed in the expansive hallway of their family home.When Zane didn’t offer a rejoining quip, Vince double-backed and followed him with a subtle frown. “What’s wrong?” he asked. “Is it Penny? Oh, shit. It’s Penny, isn’t it? Where’s Dillon? She’s not due for another month! I warned Dillon she was doing too much in
I really like this dress and I know from the look in Dylan’s eyes it’s probably going to be meeting its end tonight.Before I can respond the boys come racing out of the house, yelling for us. They rush into me and if it wasn’t for my husband I would have landed on my ass. The twins might only be five, but they are well on their way to being their father’s size.They each grab one of my hands, pulling me into the house. Dylan follows us in. They are talking a mile a minute about their day, as Dylan suddenly picks me up and sits me on the kitchen counter.“How about we make Mommy dinner while you tell her all about the play you’re going to be in?”My ears perk up at that. “What kind of play? You’ll need costumes!” I start to slide off the counter and Dylan laughs.“Sit, Button. We’ll get to that.” He kisses me on the top of the head as the boys start arguing over what they are going to help Dylan cook. I watch them move around the kitchen knowing life can’t get better than this.Dylan
He opens the door and we enter the lounge. The place doesn’t look busy at all. “Let’s get a drink and loosen you up.” He motions towards the bar and I take a seat. Mark slides in next to me, not sitting down. I can feel his body heat and try my best to lean away from him. The smell of his cologne is overpowering.“What can I get you two?” the pretty bartender asks us.“I’ll have a whiskey; she’ll take a merlot,” he tells her, ordering for me.Gross. I hate wine. I don’t correct him or change my order. I wasn’t planning on drinking anyway.“Maybe the wine will do more than loosen you up,” Mark whispers against my ear, making me jump. His finger trails down my arm and I freeze.I need to get out of here. Now. For some reason I’m starting to think there isn’t an event here tonight at all from the looks of this place. There are people here, but not many. A chill runs up my spine and a sense of dread bears down on me. This isn’t right, and Dylan told me to always trust my instincts. If it