Cupid’s Surprises (A Valentine’s Day Romance Anthology Book 2), page 25
“You have all of me,” he told her as he looked into her eyes.
“I want you inside me,” she said with another moan.
“I am inside you, peach,” he told her then kissed up one side of her neck.
Trailing soft kisses over his shoulder, she whispered, “I want to feel your baby moving inside of me.”
He growled with her words. She hadn’t been very vocal about having a baby. She’d agreed to it, but he wasn’t sure if she was doing it all for him or not. Her admission to wanting to have his baby inside of her was new, and he loved hearing it.
It invigorated him, making him take her with more force. With the slightest twinge of her body as she began to climax, he held back his orgasm until she was nearly through. Then he let his go, filling her up with his love.
Their mouths come together as they exchanged their love. Then he left the shower, taking her to the bed. Laying her back on it, he moved back in for more.
She spread her legs, inviting him in and hissed, “Do it again, baby. Damn, it’s good to be your wife.”
“Not nearly as good as it is to be your husband,” he said then thrust into her hard and swift.
She cried out with pleasure as he pounded her body with his. Faster and harder he went until they were quivering again and he spilled more of himself into her. “Oh, this month is going to be so much fun,” she said as she tried to catch her breath.
“You can say that again!”
It was their first morning as a married couple, and they were set on doing it right!
Chapter 8
“Grab him, he’s getting away!” Weston called out to his wife as their three-year-old son streaked through the main living area.
Aulora put down their one-year-old daughter to go after their little nudist. “Come here, Brady!”
With a squeal of laughter, the boy zipped past her and headed out of the room, apparently seeing fit to give the staff a looksy at his goods. “You can’t catch me!”
“I’ll take Bree over,” Weston shouted. “You go chase him down. The kid is super speedy!”
Aulora chased their son down the hallway as he laughed like a maniac. Suddenly, he stopped when a door opened. “And what do we have here?” Laura asked as she scooped up the naked bundle.
“Yes! Great teamwork, Laura,” Aulora said as she stopped running and walked up to get her son.
“Aw, man,” Brady whined. “I don’t wanna wear clothes. They get in my way.”
“Your way of doing what?” Laura asked him as she handed him over to his mother.
“In my way of being free,” he told her. “I like to feel fresh.”
“Well, I like to see my son wearing clothes, like a normal human boy, instead of a wild animal,” Aulora scolded him.
“Maybe he was a monkey in his past life,” Laura teased then messed up the dark mop of hair on his head.
“Maybe I was,” he agreed. “Come on, Mom. Let me be a wild monkey again! Please!”
“Shouting the word, ‘please,’ is no way to get what you want, Brady. Now, come on. Back to being a boy and wearing clothes.” Aulora took him back into the living area where he’d ditched his shorts and T-shirt.
Finding Weston reading to their daughter, had her heart fluttering. “I got him, Dad.”
“I see that,” Weston said as he put the book down. “Why is it that you want to be naked, son?”
“Apparently, I was a monkey one time. That’s what Miss Laura thinks. And I believe she’s right!” Brady struggled with his mother as she put his clothes back on.
“Well, you’re no longer a monkey. If you keep your clothes on, I might take you to the zoo later. That way you can see how monkeys actually live. It’s not nearly as nice as you have it,” Weston said, earning him a smile from his wife.
“Clever, West.” She gave him a wink.
He gave her one back. “Brady, what do you think monkeys eat, anyway?”
“I know they eat bananas. I saw it in a book. I like bananas too.” He climbed up on the sofa next to his father.
“The also eat bugs,” Weston informed him. “How would you like to have to eat bugs to stay alive?”
The face the boy made had both his parents laughing. “Yuk!”
“And monkeys live in cages,” Aulora added. “How’d you like to live in a cage?”
Brady shook his head. “No thank you. But can we still go to the zoo? I wanna show Bree the animals too. I’m her big brother, and it’s my job to make sure she has fun every single day of her life.”
“Let’s go. And we can stop by and pick up your Aunt Hope too,” Weston said. “Uncle Jimmy might want to come too.”
“He’s only a baby, Dad. Don’t be silly,” Brady said about his six-month-old uncle.
Aulora smiled as Weston got up and put his arm around her. They herded their two kids out of the room to get them to their rooms to get ready to go to the zoo. She felt it every time they touched. That spark that had started it all and continued to keep their fires going.
Becoming a mother was the best thing to happen to her. If it hadn’t been for Weston, she’d never know what love really was. She’d loved her mother and father. And she even loved Clara. But she would’ve never known what it really felt like to love someone you’re a part of.
As they went up the stairs, Bree tripped and hurt her knee. Weston snatched her up and kissed her boo-boo. “Daddy’ll make it better, sweetheart.”
As if the kiss was magic, Bree stopped crying and giggled. The pain all gone, it seemed. Aulora was always surprised by how easy it was to make the kids happy. A kiss on a boo-boo, a piece of candy, a nighttime story, all were easy to give, and all made their children happy.
Aulora realized that being a parent was scary. Fear was always an underlying thing when you have a kid. But fear was already there, anyway. She was afraid something would happen to Weston, her father, her mother, Clara, Hope all before she ever became a mother. It was life, Weston was right about that.
She’d learned that there could be a constant concern for people, but it was overshadowed by this sense of joy that was also constant. A continuous river of joy flowed through her. It hadn’t before. Aulora wondered how she had ever lived without it.
That stream of joy was what made her world turn. Without it, she didn’t know what life would be like. But she had reasons to believe, once you found that little piece of wonderful, it never went away. Hence, Weston’s always upbeat idea of life, even though he’d lost his first precious child.
Aulora respected her husband more than she’d ever admired anyone. He was the best husband and father she’d ever known or knew of. His support was unwavering.
They had their disagreements like anyone else did, but Weston never let them go to bed angry. If they had to argue a little bit longer to work it out, then they did that. If he had to kiss her into seeing things his way, they did that too. He was always there, never giving up.
Aulora wondered what she’d done to deserve such a man. She had to admit to herself that she could be a real downer at times. There was her penchant for seeing the worst in things. None of it stopped Weston from loving her.
On the other side of that coin, Weston wondered at times what his remarkable wife saw in him. She was a brilliant artist. Her work was coveted my many in the art world. And she saw fit to be with him.
He didn’t have an artistic bone in his body. When imagination was needed, he had to confer with Aulora as he couldn’t seem to come up with a thing.
One of his favorite things to do was to sit and listen to his wife as she made up stories she told their children when she was getting them to go to sleep. Stories about fairies and kingdoms that she made up filled their children’s ears and sparked their vivid imaginations.
Weston couldn’t even imagine coming up with the stories she did, nor the ideas for her intricate paintings. She was a genius in his eyes, with both their kids and her imagination and ability to bring it to life.
Aulora had been so worried about becoming a mother. Weston found that hilarious as she was a complete natural at it. Hardly anything bumfuzzled her. She was like the kid-whisperer. She knew why Brady would get cranky or Bree was having a hard time sleeping.
Aulora had a sixth sense, Weston didn’t. She was fantastic in his eyes, yet she didn’t see herself in that light. No matter how many times she was right about the kids or him, she never saw it as a gift. She’d say any mom knows these things, but she was wrong. Weston knew she was a gift to him and their kids and he treated her as such. The couple had finally found their happily ever after and they were going to keep it that way.
The End
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Hot Nights in Sturgis - A Motorcycle, BDSM, Romance
By Michelle Love
Intrigue. Lust. Passion.
Blaze is a member of a motorcycle gang on their way to Sturgis, South Dakota for the huge biker rally held there every year. He’s single and wants to keep it that way, but plans on taking as many females as he can to his bed while in the rowdy town.
Angel is working in her uncle’s motorcycle repair shop and when Blaze comes in with a little trouble with his new ride, she finds him as interesting as he finds her.
Blaze is stricken with her knowledge of bikes and her beauty as well as her feisty attitude.
But when he asks her out, a thing he never does, she refuses.
It only serves to send Blaze into alpha-mode and he shows up at her home and makes her dinner then she takes him to her bedroom.
Both know they have stumbled onto something neither saw coming.
But can Angel get past her fear of abandonment and let Blaze have a place in her heart? And can Blaze get past his idea of being single forever and let Angel into his heart? As both want to be the master of the situation, can they give into the other without losing who they are?
The Billionaire Bad Boy Meets His Angel
Book One
Chapter 1
BLAZE
Vibrations filled the air as the fifteen of us made the last leg of our journey to the motorcycle Mecca of the world; Sturgis, South Dakota.
After our gang met up at the Ohio headquarters of The Brothers of the Scarlet Dragon, the motorcycle club I belong to, we headed out for the three-day trip to the rally which beats all motorcycle rallies.
This is the third year that I’ve made this trip. I have to fool my entire family each year to be able to do this.
I’m a business lawyer. That means I push papers for the law firm that my grandfather started way back before even my father was born. Thanks to that man, we all are stinking rich.
That alone was good enough reason for me to be able to flake off my entire life. But one of the stipulations of being able to receive one’s trust fund is that you have to show my grandfather your college degree.
Oh, and it must pertain to the law in some fashion!
So I had to keep my grades up in school. I had to be able to get into Harvard and that is where I stayed until I successfully completed my Master’s Degree in Business Law.
A thing that I hate with every fiber of my being!
I’m the youngest in my family. My father’s an only child. So the billions upon billions of dollars my grandfather has managed to make with my father’s help and now my oldest brother’s help too, keeps us in our fancy mansions, cars and motorcycles, in my case.
After six years of college, I was placed in the family firm. That’s where I’ve been the last six years and I’m going completely stir crazy in the New York office.
Only a mere thirty now, I’m ready to sow a few wild oats. My family has kept my ass so damn busy, I’ve had little to no time for extracurricular activities, like chasing ass.
Those snooty East Coast bitches just don’t do it for me anymore. Especially the ones that my family approves of.
That’s another reason I hate my life revolving around the law firm. One must always keep the family name of Worthington in good standing.
My name is Benjamin Franklin Worthington of the Manhattan Worthington's. That’s how I am introduced at all functions and do you think anyone is ever allowed to call me anything other than by my full first name?
No!
I am to be called Benjamin at all times, according to my stuffy grandfather, who insisted on naming my brother, and me. He got saddled with Theodore Roosevelt.
Poor man.
But my older brother is different than I am. He actually likes to be stuffy just like our father and grandfather. Mom’s okay, but when Father is around, she has to act a certain way or he belittles her.
I really hate it when he does that. Thankfully, Mom has her act down pat. I can only call her Mom when no one else is around. Other than that, I must call her Mother.
Even the tiniest infraction of civilized rules and etiquette is dealt with hastily. And the ever present threat of being cut off without a dime is always in the air when anyone is even thinking about doing something my grandfather deems inappropriate.
So, as far as he knows, I’m on a learning mission to better understand the legal conditions under which motorcycle manufacturers can get by with violating the safety standards that other motor vehicles have to follow.
I came up with that whole idea all by myself!
I had to purchase a very impressive piece of machinery to make this learning mission I am on. Each year, I get a brand new bike to test. Of course, he makes me sell it afterward, but for the month of August, I get to be a free man with a badass motorcycle under my ass.
My ride for this trip is a brand new Harley CVO Street Glide in red. It is one amazing machine and a killer ride. The last three days have flown by as I do feel like I’m gliding over the road with my gang of fellow bikers.
My family knows nothing about my involvement with the gang. They would lose their shit if they knew about this!
The higher ups in this gang know about my real name and my real life. But all the others know me simply as Blaze. The badass who happens to be a lawyer too.
And when I get to be this man, the man I really feel I am, I go all the way bad.
Drinking, smoking, cussing, womanizing! You name it. I do it!
The day after Labor Day marks the end of Blaze and back I go to the slightly depressed version of myself, Benjamin Worthington.
But those first few weeks after I go back still has me feeling kind of high from all the fun I’ve had. And I know that this trip will be the same.
Hot ass chicks are everywhere in Sturgis with the bike rally. And they are ready to go at all times. You can get laid just about anywhere in the town that overflows with bikers for a limited amount of time.
And I plan on getting a different one every single night I’m there. I already booked myself a private motel room and had a whole box full of clothes and assorted sexual devices sent up to the motel I’m going to be staying at.
I am ready to roll!
The rumble of another Harley moves up next me and I see out of the corner of my eye it is a couple who have been in this gang for quite some time.
Rod and Ashley Manning are one of the few married couples in the gang. She rides behind him for this trip but she’s got her own ride, and even rides on her own sometimes.
They have two teenage daughters and take this trip each year to get away from all the family and just be the couple they are. It’s cool, I suppose. But I wouldn’t want to take a chick to this babe-fest.
No way!
As they move ahead of me, another couple pulls up and I see it’s the newest couple, Paco, and Phoenix. From what they said when we were camping last night, they met only three months ago and hit it off so well, they’ve been together nonstop ever since.
Paco’s going to surprise her by going through Vegas after the rally and marrying her to make it all good and legal. I told him he should keep it easy to get the hell out of if it goes south.
One never knows how a relationship is going to work out. If I would’ve married the first piece of ass I got, then I’d probably be dead right now instead of cruising down the highway on a cool August morning.
Sandra Moore was my first love when I started college. We dated all through college. I kept her around mostly because she made the cut with my family.
She was from an upscale family and a law student. So much money no one can count it all, just like our family. And snooty to her very core.
I got lucky, and she found what she called a real lawyer. He took her off my hands and after the initial shock of being dumped, I found myself very relieved to be rid of her.
Playing the field in the New York scene was okay. But when you have to maintain such high standards to keep from losing your trust fund, you can’t find many women who like the things I do.
After three years of that crap, I found the love of motorcycles and it took me no time at all to find this gang who took me in quickly. Like a very dysfunctional family of sorts.
There are some assholes, just like in any family. But there are some good people too. And they all accept each other for who they are. No judging is done by anyone.
I don’t think it’s allowed!
We’re getting close to the town we’ve been waiting for. You can tell that by the way the whole cluster of bikes begins to speed up. Our hearts are beginning to pound in all of our chests as the excitement starts to key up.
A cold beer and a hot woman sitting on my lap are close at hand and I find myself getting nearly giddy over that fact. Not much longer until I get to put my little vacation from boredom into play.
Girls, you better watch out!
My bike makes a little bump and then I feel something odd happen. It went down a little. Something doesn’t feel right.
Shit!
Looks like my plan of a cold beer and a hot girl will have to wait for me to stop off at one of the many garages they have in town.
This would be how it fucking starts for me!
