All Chapters of Two Billionaires and A Bride: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Bang bang bang. Fireworks exploded above her, the dazzling pastels blooming before her eyes in a furious cascade of sparks. As the hot coals showered down like burning rain, Laura jumped when one touched her.Bang bang bang! they exploded, the little pieces hitting her face, her legs, suddenly soft and caressing her like—“Laura!” Bang bang bang. “If I hadn’t lost your key I would come in!” Josie. Wha? Laura opened her eyes and fumbled for her phone. 7:22 a.m.She sat upright in horror.“Hang on!” she shouted, stumbling to the door, unchaining and unlocking it. Josie stood there, petite and jaunty, peering around Laura.“So is he still here?” she asked breathlessly. “Is that why you didn’t answer?” Josie looked like a chihuahua in skinny jeans.“Is who still here?” Laura yawned and stood on tiptoe, her muscle

“You slept with her, didn’t you?” Dylan wasn’t just pissed. Betrayal was too mild a word to describe his feelings. He was itching for a fight, his fingers clenching against his hot palms.Mike walked through the door, a cheerful smile on his face, a loose, languid quality to his joints that made Dylan want to throw him against the wall and beat the ever-loving shit out of him for taking his woman.Their woman.Funny, how history seemed to repeat itself. Because this is exactly what had happened with Jill almost ten years ago when they’d all first met. Mike would deny it, but the reality was that Jill had been Dylan’s girlfriend and Mike had been the interloper then. So, even though Dylan knew that they had this running joke, that he was the alpha and Mike was the beta. Mike was neither—he was really just a snake.A snake Dylan couldn’t live without.“You son of a bitch, you went and—you found Laura and you—the morning after my date with h

So all this time Laura had been blocking him, hiding from him—no, running away from him—and had fled straight into Mike’s arms because she thought he had a wife or girlfriend? Damn it! Leaving Jill’s pictures all over his bedroom had been just part of his life; he’d never even considered taking them down. Hadn’t really noticed them as part of the scenery. They were just there.It gave him pause now. Was he really over Jill? He knew Mike wasn’t, had never even begun to heal, but Dylan assumed he was past the worst of it, and that Jill would just remain as a lingering “what if.” The three of them had started to talk about having kids the year before she was diagnosed. That potential had been shut down fast by chemotherapy and radiation and just getting through life day by day. Whatever remained of Jill inside him, though, was bigger than he had realized. If a bunch of pictures were that overwhelming and made Laura think he was a two-timer, then it was time to re-evaluate hims

As she boarded the train for home, her skin still plastered with the scent of Dylan, she marveled at what had just happened a few hours ago. Laura’s mind raced with the implications of what she had just done. Breaking her hard and fast rule about having sex at work had been one thing. (Though, she hedged to herself, he wasn’t a coworker, so did it really count?). Sleeping with Dylan again was exhilarating. Astounding. Fiery. All the good parts she remembered with a hefty dose of danger, making the office sex some of the best she’d ever had.Even better, though, had been Dylan. The revelation that those pictures had been of a girlfriend, alright—but a dead girlfriend, one he mourned for nearly two years after the fact— had been glorious. There was no hidden wife, no girlfriend lurking in the shadows, stealing part of his heart.The ride on the train home helped her to downshift. She needed to think this through without Josie wisecracking in her ear and without that

I thought you’d never ask. “We shall,” she declared, clearing her throat as he twisted and pulled her gently through the doorway, the room obviously decorated by a guy, with thick leather, unfinished wood beams, and a stark, unlived-in look dominating. How long has he had this place? she wondered. It was like he’d just moved in. Too sterile.A cream comforter with imprints of brown and green bears covered the bed, like something from a B&B that catered to ski people. The backs of her legs grazed it; soft and well worn. Mike reached out for her and, with a neutral, open expression on his face, slid his palms up her sweater, untying the sash where the wraparound stayed together, gently nudging it off her shoulders where it pooled on the floor.His hands were so warm, his face open and inviting, intent on his actions as if making love in a meditative state. Laura knew that no matter what, one hundred percent of Mike’s attention was on her; he was so present it almost hurt, an awareness to