“What if I don’t answer you?”

  “I’ll just take you to Vegas, get you drunk and go to the nearest chapel. You’ll have no way out,” He shrugs, grinning at me knowingly. As if I could tell him no.

  “Then I guess I’ll save myself the worst hangover and marry you here, with all our family and friends. My dad would be really pissed if he didn’t get the chance to walk me down the aisle.”

  “Good choice,” he tugs me closer and kisses me to the point that my toes curl. “Come here,” he moves over enough to allow me room to slip in close to his side. Once I’m settled and both Jacob and I are both safely tucked in Tyler’s arms I close my eyes and lay my head on his chest.

  “Everything,” he whispers, “my entire world right here in my arms.”

  I don’t say anything, just accept that the man I never thought I could have is the man that has completely given me his heart.

  CHAPTER

  FORTY-FOUR

  Tyler

  “One question, and I’ll never ask again,” I’m leaning back against the bar, holding a beer and watching my wife dance with her friends. Tucker stands beside me looking out to the same dance floor.

  “Okay,” he’s different, something about him has shifted. He’s still cocky and arrogant but he’s also calm. He likes things a certain way, and there’s nothing wrong with that.

  “Do I have to worry about her?” I look over at him, but he doesn’t take his eyes off Amara. “She’s always been the older sister, the one to look after all of us. She was always giving up things so the three of us could have what we thought we needed, and she never complained. Not once in any of our lives did she not come running when we needed her. She’s always been ready to beat the snot out of anyone that hurt me, Lauren or Leah, and it never mattered if they were bigger. Nothing ever stopped Mar from being on our side. I just want her to get everything she could ever dream of having, because she deserves happiness. She deserves a good life.”

  “And I will do everything I can to make sure she gets all she wants and more.”

  Tucker finally looks at me. “I know I was wrong about you, but you can’t turn off being a brother to three sisters. I can’t stop worrying about them being hurt, and I think I directed my own shit onto you and that wasn’t fair. I apologize for the way we started.”

  “Accepted,” I reach out and shake his hand. “But just so you know you deserve all the same things.”

  He nods, but doesn’t agree aloud and I wonder what happened in his life that made him feel the way he does. “By the way if anyone ever asks you, you should know that I will flat out deny ever admitting that I was wrong.”

  I chuckle as he walks away like the last five minutes never happened.

  Glancing back toward the dance floor I see Amara looking back over her shoulder at me, a gleam in her eyes.

  Still wearing her wedding dress I’ve spent hours picturing what I’d find when lifting it up. I was ready to go exploring, ready to whisk her away for the next three days so the two of us could have some alone time. I love Jacob, love him more than I can ever explain, but some uninterrupted time with Amara is something I’ve been dreaming about for months.

  Grandma and the twins will keep Jacob busy.

  Placing my beer on the bar and pushing off I start walking in her direction, just as I reach her she turns, and I take her into my arms.

  “Today has been perfect,” she sighs, looking around and then back to me.

  I cup the side of her face and pull her to me, pressing my lips to hers. No longer caring that we aren’t alone, I take over the kiss and she grips the collar of shirt. A few people hoot out around us, but I don’t let it faze me. We’ve been here for hours; Jacob has already gone home with his granny, and I’ve relayed the point that I’m ready to check out of here and have Mar all to myself.

  “I can’t feel my legs,” she mumbles against my lips, making me laugh.

  “They are still there, baby.”

  “Are you sure?”

  “I’m sure,” I assure her. “And soon they’ll be wrapped around my waist.”

  “Oh yuck,” someone groans at our side, and I chuckle, but keep my eyes on my wife.

  “Such a charmer,” Mar whispers, as her body sags into mine.

  “Baby, I’ve been charming all day,” I kiss her again, “now I’m ready to be dirty.”

  “I love the sound of that,” she bites my lower lip and tugs a bit and I then realize things are heating up fast.

  “Time to say goodbye?”

  Amara nods and I hook her waist and spin her around, using her sweet body to hide my reaction to our heated kisses. I’m hard, so hard it hurts, and I know she feels it, because she does a little wiggle, taunting me.

  She can play the game, but all bets are off when we reach our room, I just hope our neighbors have earplugs.

  After saying goodbye to our guests, I lead her toward the elevators and push the button. When it doesn’t arrive fast enough I start tapping the panel and she laughs. Looking over at her she covers her mouth and I narrow my eyes. “You’re evil.”

  “You married me.” She counters just as the door slides open. Gripping her hand I tug her inside and am thankful we are alone as I pin her body to the wall using my own.

  “Ever been touched in an elevator?” I ask this as I drag the palm of my hand over her thigh, pulling her dress up along the way. Her breath hitches, when I trace over the seam of her panties. “Don’t answer that,” pulling them aside I feel how wet she is and waste no time, pushing my finger inside of her. Instantly she shifts her hips forward and I feel like I may burst through the zipper of my pants.

  “Seems I’m not the only one that needed a little adult time.”

  “For hours,” she confesses, still riding my finger.

  We arrive on our floor and the elevator dings, as I step back, she whimpers. Her cheeks are reddened and her lips puffy, eyes full of lust. “After you,” I hold out my hand and grin when she seems a little wiggly on her feet.

  My wife is fucking incredible.

  She pauses outside our door and looks back over her shoulder at me, and I lean in kissing the corner of her mouth. “You should know that I don’t plan on letting you out of this room for at least the next twenty-four hours, possibly longer.”

  “That is why they have room service,” and right then I fall a little more in love with this woman. Every day, every minutes, every fucking smile and she melts me even more.

  Right under my nose for years and I let so much time pass by. I’ll never make that mistake again.

  I don’t even take the time to shed our clothes as we step inside, she turns around to face me. Lifting her instantly, her legs curl around my waist, and I’m buried inside her heat. Her back is pressed to the wall, legs wrapped tightly around me, not letting me go, I feel her spasm around me as she screams my name, a warm flood engulfs me, as I release my seed deep into her before we both sag to the floor exerted and spent. Sweat beading on my forehead, both panting as we try to come down from our high.

  Amara starts to giggle, and I look to the floor at our side where her focus is settled. “I really liked those panties too.”

  A shredded piece of lace is torn in two, and at that moment I don’t even remember taking them off of her.

  “We’ll buy you more.” I assure her, leaning in to kiss her. “So that I can tear them off again.” I smile against her lips when she attempts to protest. Laying her down I crawl over her, and she starts to unbutton my shirt.

  “Shower,” I ask, and she yawns, but nods her head.

  Together we stand and make our way to the bathroom, stripping down and stepping into the oversized shower. The second we flip on the water the multiple shower heads cover our bodies with warm water and it feels amazing after a long day.

  With her back to me I position my body behind hers and hold her to me, kissing her shoulder.

  “Thank you for today,” I whisper, and she nuzzles me, “thank you for my son.” When she sighs and I feel her body shudder I know I’ve touched that place deep within her soul. I know because every single time I see her or my son, I feel that same deep ache of my own. When I say they are my world, I mean I revolve around them, they give me purpose, they make me a better man.

  “I want more babies,” with an emotional twist she begins to laugh. “Lots of babies.”

  “Slow down there big guy,” she looks back at me. “Our son isn’t even a year old yet, but I’m all about practicing. In fact I am willing to practice as often as we can.”

  “Are you denying me babies,” I arch a brow trying not to smile.

  “There will be more babies, I promise. How can I deny a man that makes the most beautiful ones I’ve ever seen?” Amara beams at me. “I’m just saying, that I just got my ass to fit into my pre-pregnancy jeans.”

  “I love this ass,” I grip her and offer an appreciative squeeze. “Before, during and after,” she is so worried about how her body changed with Jacob, but I myself love my wife’s newfound curves. She fills out a pair of pants to perfection.

  “A year,” she says, interrupting my dirty thoughts.

  “A whole year,” I complain, making her smile.

  “You’ll be fine,” and I know I will, but seeing her carrying my child was one of the sexiest things I’ve ever seen.

  After we spent far too long in the shower, we made our way to the bed and for the first time I fell asleep with my wife in my arms.

  THE KISSING GAMES

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  ABOUT THE AUTHOR

  I love HEA stories, as long as they come packing a little heat. I need some excitement, some angst, and moments that make me fan my face, those are always good too. I am an Illinois girl, born and raised. Simple and true, it honestly doesn’t take much to make me happy. I love the little things, they truly mean the most. I may have a slight addiction to my Starbucks Vanilla Latte's and cashews.

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