Authors: Anne Mercier
I look at her, trying not to gape. Did she just turn the tables on me with dirty talk? Holy fuck.
"It’s going to be a challenge for you to be quiet."
She grins so wide it looks like it borders on hurting. "I know," she says wickedly.
I chuckle again. "Such a naughty girl. I knew it all along."
"I’m just finding out," she tells me and I nod.
"I know. You needed to be with someone you trusted so you could let go and you know I will never judge you for acting on your desires—unless it’s with someone else. Then I’ll kill the motherfucker."
She snickers. "Not to worry. You’re more than enough."
"Good to know."
We walk down the path to a spot where it intersects with another and off to one side is a large boulder.
"There," I say, tipping my head.
"There?" she asks.
"Mmm. I’m going to bend you right over the top of the rock and fuck you hard. You can use the rock to push back... if you can without screaming, that is," I tell her with a wink.
"Oh you did not just challenge me!" she says.
I chuckle. "What are you going to do about it?"
"Fuck you right back."
I nod. "Prove it."
She leads the way behind the boulder, turns to me, and places her robe over the rock.
"Are you wet for me, Fee?" I ask when she bends over the rock, spreading her legs for my touch.
"Touch me and find out."
I smirk. She wants to play this game. I’m up for it—literally.
I dip my fingers into her wetness and groan. "Fuck. You’re always so ready. Bend over and spread your legs wider." She does as I ask and I plunge into her. She lets out a loud gasp then buries her face in her robe. I chuckle.
"Fee, you have to be quiet."
"I’m trying," she tells me as I slam into her again and again. I reach down to where we’re joined, gathering some of the moisture on my thumb, then slowly start slipping it into her ass.
I feel her body shudder and her pussy clench. I stifle a groan and grip her hip tighter. She starts pushing back, meeting my hard thrusts, taking my thumb inside her as she moves, and when her body starts shaking, I reach down and lightly circle her clit.
"Just like that," she whispers.
I push my thumb in deeper and tilt her hips so she takes even more of me. I press harder on her clit and her body begins to shake harder.
"Close, so close baby," I whisper, my cock already swelling, ready for release, my balls drawn up tight.
"I need more," she whispers.
At first I think, impossible. I’m buried as deep as I can go, then I realize what she means. I switch out my thumb for two fingers and slide them inside. She gasps into her robe and when I pinch her clit, then rub it up and down, she explodes. If we hadn’t been in public, she’d be screaming right now. Her pussy clamps so tight onto my cock I can’t hold back. I shoot inside her, pump after pump of my cum warming her inside as her spasming pussy milks it from me.
"Holy fuck," I whisper in her ear, leaning over her back. "I didn’t even get to pinch your nipples."
She snickers. "Next time," she tells me over her shoulder and I raise a brow.
"Name the time and place, Fee." I’d do anything for her, fuck her anywhere. I want everyone to know she’s mine and the more people who see me fucking her, the less I have to beat with a stick—or shoot with my gun.
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ugar by Maroon 5
Little Things by One Direction
Loveliest Thing by James Reunion
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"S
O..." LUCY BEGINS
the next morning.
"So," I say, not giving an inch.
She sighs. "What happened? Are you ever going to tell me the whole story?"
Spenser looks down at me expectantly. I look to Lucy, Carmen, Simone, and Spenser.
"Alright. Lock the door," I tell them. "If any of you breathe a word of this, I will shoot you."
Spenser gasps. "She’ll do it too. She’s like Annie Oakley with those fucking guns."
I snicker and Lucy laughs.
"So here’s what happened..." I tell them all of it. From the day I found out I was pregnant until the day I left. Spenser’s outraged curses on my behalf make me want to hug him.
"That bitch!" Lucy explodes.
I nod.
"She knew all of that and used it to try to rip you two apart. I want to throat punch her."
"Whoa, whoa, little mama," I say, "take it easy with that litter on board. You don’t need to go getting upset. Jesse told me about your cramping issues."
She rolls her eyes. "For God’s sake, it’s natural for women who carry multiples to have these aches and pains. Imagine three human beings being formed in your uterus. Don’t you think you’d experience some aches and pains as those little babies stretch you out?"
"Dear Lord," Spenser says. "I really hope they do a C-section on you, doll baby. Your vag will never be the same if they don’t."
Lucy gasps and I laugh. "There’s vaginoplasty or whatever it is."
"You bitch!" Lucy laughs.
"What? Apparently lots of women are having it to tighten them up down there," I tell her innocently, then snicker.
"Oh fuck off. My vag is just fine thank you very much."
Spenser nods. "Thinking about what Lucy’s told us about the size of Jesse’s cock, yeah, I think she could spawn a whole hoard of Kingstons and it’d still be a tight fit for him."
"You are all so, so mean," Lucy says with feigned sadness.
"Please. As if anything could make you sad today," Carmen states.
"My brother’s not here. That makes me sad. Sort of," Lucy says with a snicker.
"Where
is
Joey anyway? He’s missing out on fangirling all over Trace," I ask.
"He’s working and there was no way he could get away."
"Well I might miss him," I say. Lucy looks at me and I laugh out loud.
"This is just so amazing," Spenser announces.
"I still don’t know how this all happened," I say.
"Cage Nichols, that’s how," Spenser tells me.
"What do you mean? He’s been here the whole time. With me. His phone hasn’t rung one time."
"Of course it didn’t. He had everything set up before he set foot on this island—have I told you I’ve always wanted to go to Jamaica. Thank you, Serafina," he says.
I snicker. "Anything to help the cause."
"Cage got everyone involved, we each had a job to do before coming here," Simone tells me as she starts taking the rollers out of my hair.
"Then Mama Regina got involved and it went from one wedding to two," Spenser informs me.
"But what if I’d wanted my own wedding?" I ask, which, I kind of do.
"Oh, you’ll be getting your own wedding. Lucy and Jesse will be up right after you in a different setting," Carmen says.
"Oh, I like that. Nothing personal, Luce," I tell her.
"No, I get it. I want my own too. Sisters or not, I want my own memory," she says dreamily.
"We’ve got dresses, accessories, honeymoon lingerie," she tells me with a wiggle of her eyebrows, "the venues, the reception area, and our family. What else could we need?"
"Um, the groom?" Spenser teases.
"That’s not even funny. Don’t make me get all violent on you. You know my pregnancy hormones make me especially impulsive. I might just punch out and oops! your throat is there. It totally wouldn’t be my fault," Lucy teases and I snicker.
"Luciana Antonia Kingston, I can make your hair hideous for your wedding."
"Spenser Andrew Clarity, my husband can make your face hideous for all of eternity."
"Well played, doll baby. Well played."
***
I
’m looking at my reflection in the mirror when mama walks in.
"You didn’t really think I was going to let another daughter of mine get married without me being there, did you?" she asks.
I smile then shake my head. "I can’t imagine that ever happening."
"Good. You’re the smart daughter."
"I heard that!" Lucy calls out from the restroom.
"I meant for you to," mama says and gives me a wink. "Tell me, Serafina. How did he ask you?"
I look around.
"No one is here. Only us."
I nod. "Oh mama, it was so romantic—though it didn’t start off that way when we first saw each other."
Mama laughs. "I bet not, but you deserved to be scolded for running away." She tsks. "You of all people, Serafina. You’re the strongest woman I know and you run away from feelings and a man."
"You don’t know the whole story."
"I do," she tells me. "And while I just gave you grief, I understand why you left... this time I do. The other times not so much. But rest assured, that evil bitch will get what’s coming to her."
"I don’t doubt it for a second," I answer, not telling her that I’m going to be the one to give it to her. Mama doesn’t need to know that. Neither does Lucy. That’s between me and the mafia.
"Now, tell me."
"Did you know Cage could sing?" I ask mama.
"No! Is he very good?" she asks.
"Is there anything he isn’t good at?" I lift a brow.
She nods. "I imagine there isn’t."
"After our, uh, I guess you could call it a showdown because it felt like one, although when I think about it, it felt an awful lot like being scolded by the principal at school or something."
"You need that. Structured discipline. Cage knows you well," mama tells me, nodding in approval.
Huh. "Anyway, I was getting out of the shower and I heard music. I thought it was the radio or something. We always have music on. But when I stepped into the bedroom, Cage was sitting on the bed singing and playing guitar."
"Shut the front door!" Lucy squeals.
I nod. "I know, right? I just stood there slack-jawed while he sang to me."
"What did he sing?" Lucy asks.
I snicker. "Mama, you’re going to appreciate this so much. Sam Hunt’s
Make You Miss Me."
"Oh my God, that’s so perfect!" Lucy all-but shouts.
"It really was. So, after that, we talked a bit and then he sang to me. The song—" I break off, taking a breath, trying not to cry, "it was all about how we met, how he knew he loved me from the minute he saw me, about our friendship, our love, and then he sang:
Would you love me for the rest of your life, beautiful girl
Will you be my wife?"
"I, of course, said yes."
"Oh my, that is so romantic," mama murmurs. "He loves you so much, Serafina."
"I know. I’m so lucky."
"I’m so stunned," Lucy begins. "Cage can sing and play guitar. No wonder he’s so successful."
There are so many things I could tell them, but they’re ours. Our secrets. He keeps mine and I keep his and we cherish them as we hold them together.
"Dress time," Spenser announces as he bursts into the room.
"What if I’d been naked?" I ask.
He rolls his eyes. "First, it’s nothing I haven’t seen before. Second, as if I care. I don’t bat for your team in case you’ve forgotten."
I snicker. "I haven’t, but what if someone else came in and we were standing here in our birthday suits?"
Xander’s head pops in the room. "Who’s naked?"
Lucy lets out a laugh.
"See!" I say to Spenser, pointing at Xander.
"Sera, there is no stopping one such as Xander Mackenzie," Spenser reminds me.
"True enough."
"Now, dress time. Xander you keep your pervy ass over on that side of the divider or I’ll invent ways to torture you," Spenser threatens.
Mama looks at Xander. "No need for that. If Xander wants to remain in this room, he will sit down beside me and be a gentleman."
I snort. "Gentleman. Xander. That’s an oxymoron."
"Moron is right," Ethan says from the door.
"What the hell?" I ask. "It’s dress time and you all come in here now?"
Ethan shrugs. "Can’t blame a guy for hoping he might see some tit action."
"Ethan Ashcroft, you will mind your manners," mama scolds.
"Sorry mama."
She nods.
I peek my head around the divider. "Just so you both know, you look handsome."
They’re both wearing white gauzy pants, much like the ones Cage wore the night on the beach. They’ve got on flip flops and a button-down white gauzy shirt.
I turn to Spenser. "Have I mentioned I love island-wear on men?"
He wiggles his eyebrows. "It’s so fucking hot. Gauzy, filmy fabric." The way he says it sounds so dirty so I do a soft growl and he laughs. "That man of yours is one lucky mofo."
"Don’t I know it," Cage says from the other side of the divider and I gasp. "You’re not supposed to be here!" I tell him. "It’s bad luck to see the bride before the wedding."
He snorts. "Fee, don’t you think we’ve already had our fair share of bad luck?"
"That’s true."
"Besides, how am I supposed to give you your wedding gift if I can’t see you?" he asks.
The guys tease with an "aww" and then I hear slaps. I snicker. Mama got them.
"I have your gift here too." I hesitate. "Do you think it’s okay to see him before the wedding, mama?" I ask.
"I don’t see why not. I saw your father the day of our wedding. We even had a quickie in the dressing room when your Nana Russo was out working her mojo on someone."