Sexy Bastards Anthology: Bad Boy, Biker, Alpha, Motorcycle Club, Contemporary Romance Collection (90 page)

Chapter 6

“Why?” she asked curiously.

He pointed, a huge glowing smile on his face. She turned to look. The test strip was blue. A solid, not-to-be-mistaken blue.

“I’m really pregnant,” she said in dazed tones.

“You’re really pregnant.” He laughed, picked her up, and twirled her around. Then as if remembering he needed to be careful, he did a second twirl much more carefully.

“You want me to be pregnant?” she accused.

“I want you to be pregnant,” he confirmed. “I want you and our children for every day we have together.”

He smiled down at her with so much pride and love in his gaze that she had to wonder what she’d been so scared about.

“In fact,” he said, “I just love you. Any way you come.”

God, she was blessed. She reached up and wrapped her arms around his neck. “And I love you too. I’m sorry for being scared to tell you. I should have known.”

“You should have, and now you do. No more doubts. No more fears. You are meant to be with me.”

“And what if we’re having twins?” she teased, almost wanting to test him.

His gaze lit up even further. “Now that would be perfect.”

“Ha, just one is fine.”

One might have been fine, but when she was presented with one son and one daughter eight months later, she knew her life was blessed. The last eight months had been a flurry of moving, selling her house, and getting a nursery together, intermixed with special sessions of just holding and talking to her pregnant belly. A time of growing, commitment, and most of all, loving.

Morgan held the twins carefully. Both were wrapped in tiny blankets embroidered with little matching bikes in the corner. His gaze kept switching from one to the other. “I didn’t think I could ever feel like this. To have a family of my own…” Tears collected in the corner of his eyes.

She smiled and gently brushed them away. “That you have, now and forever.”

Author’s Note

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JUST LOVE ME

By

C.C. CARTWRIGHT

COPYRIGHT

This book is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is entirely coincidental. Names, characters, businesses, organizations, places, events, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously.

Copyright © 2016 by C. C. Cartwright

Justin

I’m God’s gift to women, what can I say?

When I am out and about, I catch the ladies checking out the goods.

I’m at the beach today, and my sister has her posse of friends with her.

One in particular is beyond beautiful, with a killer body to match.

“Justin, don’t you remember me?” she asks, in the most sensual voice I’ve heard in a long, long time.

“Sloane Hart, is that you?” I utter in disbelief, it’s my little sister’s best friend

all grown up and filled out in all the right places.

Needless to say I don’t waste a minute getting her alone.

After I take her out to dinner, I get her back to my place for a little slap and tickle session.

Things get hot and heavy, we’re just about to do the dirty deed when I sense something isn’t right, she’s tense.

“Can you go slow and easy?” she asks timidly.

WTF, she’s a virgin?

I don’t mess with virgins anymore, not since high school.

Next. I’m moving on. Don’t want Sloane, dear Sloane, getting stuck on me.

After a couple of months, I’m usually done and over it.

I tell her I’m doing her a favor.

The problem is, I can’t stop thinking about her. Then when I see other guys hitting on her, it makes my blood boil.

I end up taking her out to keep her from going out with these other players.

This can’t continue…Sloane Hart is getting under my skin.

Sloane

Justin Harlow has got one killer set of abs and is devilishly handsome.

He knows he’s God’s gift to women.

I go weak in the knees at the sight of him on the beach today.

He’s my best friends older brother, and I’ve been in love with him for as long as I can remember.

The way his eyes rake over me from head to toe today, I know he wants me.

He tells me I’ve grown up, and filled out in all the right places.

I’m in trouble.

CHAPTER ONE

Justin

I’m enjoying a day at the beach and my sister Kylie shows up with her little posse of girlfriends. None of them are much to look at, except for one and she looks vaguely familiar.

I admire her from a distance for a good part of the day. As I play volleyball with my buddies, she comes and watches. Of course I put on a show for her. You see, I’m Gods gift to women. I have a hard, lean body, which I work hard at maintaining, and the chicks dig it. I see Kylie’s sexy friend looking in my direction.

We take a break and decide to go and cool off in the waves. While my buddies and I are body surfing, I see Kylie’s enticing friend standing at the waters edge in her teeny weeny bikini. I decide to venture onto shore and approach her as I walk out of the water.

“Hi Justin, don’t you remember me?” I hear a very feminine voice greet me as I walk up to her.

“Wait a minute, is that you Sloane?” I finally realize who she is.

“Yes, don’t you recognize me?” She shoves me teasingly with her soft hands, making the skin on my wet chest sizzle.

“You’ve grown up,” I say, making no bones about eyeing her from head to toe and she actually blushes.

“So I’ve been told,” she says.

“How long has it been since I’ve laid eyes on you?” I eye her again.

“Too long,” she says in her seductive voice.

“What are you up to now?”

“I’m in my last year at Pepperdine,” she replies. So she is still local for me and my ears perk up as well as other parts of my body.

“How about you?”

“I live and work in LA now,” I reply.

“Oh that’s right, Kylie told me.”

The amount of sex appeal she packs in that petite frame of hers would have a guy hard in seconds. I’m already dying to get in between those long sexy legs of hers. I can tell she knows it by the way she moves and tilts her head and pierces me with those sultry exotic eyes of hers. The way her lips move leave me fantasizing about having them wrapped around me.

Her voice is the perfect combination of deep and throaty, yet has a flirtatious lilt to it. Seriously, she could bottle it and sell it like an expensive perfume.

From eyeing her in her tiny bikini, which leaves little to the imagination, I peg her measurements to be 34-24-34 of pure perfection. She’s probably a C cup, a large handful, which look even larger on her svelte body. She catches me eyeing her like a dog does with a bone. Yes, I want to consume her. But I have to approach this one just right. She definitely gets her share of attention and can pick and choose who she lets into her bed would be my guess.

Judging by the way she sways those curvaceous hips of hers, she ain’t no virgin. She has probably heard every line that a guy on the make can throw her way. I need to think of my approach, although I have never had a problem getting what I want from the female persuasion.

As we continue to converse, I can tell that, on top of her enticing physical attributes, she’s also articulate and smart. I find this to add to her appeal, not take away from it. I’m not like most guys; I need a girl who’s smart and will challenge me to hold my interest. She’s still in school, studying business law at Pepperdine.

I just graduated. Set myself in a cool bachelor pad overlooking the city in one of those high-rise condos in Downtown LA. I just started working at Goldman Sachs as an up-and-coming Investment Banker.

As our beach party winds down, I manage to score Sloane’s number and a date with her for next Saturday night.  I will be counting the days until I can get my hands on that sinful body of hers.

CHAPTER TWO

Justin

I’ve taken Sloane out to dinner at one of my favorite restaurants and we’ve been dancing in the hottest club in LA. And although I’ve enjoyed her company, we’re back at my place and I’m more than ready to enjoy that luscious body of hers. I’ve been fantasizing about sinking myself into it all week. Did you know that a guy thinks about sex, on average, about twenty times a day? There have been studies on it, it’s been proven, and I can vouch for that. I’m living proof of this theory.

Once I lure her into my bedroom, I move quickly, like a tiger does with its prey. I want to devour her. I’ve got her naked and she’s splayed out on my bed with her long silky hair falling across my pillow.

Now I’m perched right where I want to be, between her sinuous legs. I dive into her intoxicating scent. I roll my tongue over her sensitive bud and she flinches up hard against my lips. I pull it into my mouth and as I suck it in, my eyes watch her as she gasps and starts fisting my sheets. Her luscious tits arch up and I can see her nipples peak. I continue my assault on her slick bud before I slide a finger into her.

Damn, she’s tight as a virgin.

She tenses, “Oh, Justin,” she moans then opens her eyes and gazes down at me in surprise.

“Relax and enjoy,” I soothe. I’ve got her right where I want her, primed and ready for me. Soon she’ll be begging for me, they all do.

I slowly crawl back up her curvaceous body, admiring the view before I settle my hips between her thighs. My steely shaft is ready and waiting to enter her slice of heaven. I take her lips in a scorching kiss that she deepens. She’s panting for me. I take my shaft and glide the tip along her slick fold.

“Justin,” she swallows out as if she’s hesitant all of a sudden.

“What is it?” I ask.

“Can you go slow and easy?” she asks softly, her eyes searching mine.

“Sure,” I reply, a little caught off guard. I was just about ready to plunder her, but suddenly something doesn’t seem right; I hear it in her voice, in her request.

“Sloane, this isn’t your first…” I stop mid-sentence as she starts to nod her head yes.

Shit.

I want to scream, “No way! How is this possible?” But I hold back. I only let out a loud sigh. I can’t do this now.

“Wow,” I sigh, rolling off her and onto my back as I stare at the ceiling cursing my luck.

“Justin, we still can, you know…” she trails off.

No, we can’t; I can’t be the one to take her V-card. Too much responsibility in that, then she’ll get all clingy and that’s the last thing I need right now. I know how I operate. Once I’ve had her, after a couple of months I’ll tire of her and move on. That’s how it’s always been, for as long as I can remember. I don’t want to do that to Sloane, especially if this is her first time. Man, hold it together. I need to think with my big head, not my little one.

Sloane rolls onto her side and teases me by dragging her fingertips down my chest, down my abs and then takes me in her warm, soft hand.

“Come on big boy, let me finish you off. Show me the way,” she purrs.

“How is it possible that a girl that looks like you, with a body that moves like that, is still a virgin?” Her eyes cast down and she looks embarrassed by my question.

“I just want to really feel for the person I give my virginity to. Is that such a crime?” she asks.

Hey, don’t get me wrong here. I’ve always had a soft spot for my little sister’s friend. I always thought she was cute and sweet. Heck, I knew she was crushing on me. Then she showed up that day at the beach party and damn, she had grown up into one tantalizing woman, sexy-as-sin in her skimpy bikini, which left me rock hard. All the guys noticed her that day. I saw them eyeing her all afternoon. None dared approach her but me.

“Sloane, I can’t do this.”

“You can’t or you won’t?” she throws back, looking wounded.

“I have to think about it.”

Who the hell just said that?

“Don’t think, just feel,” Sloane says seductively as she rolls on top of me, lifts off and starts kissing her way down my chest.

My cock twitches and I know I’m in trouble.

I feel her long, black hair tickle my abs as she ventures down lower and lower, until I feel the heat of her breath moving along my shaft, teasing me slowly before she flicks it with feather light quick strokes up and down along its ridges. Just when I think I can’t take another minute of this torture, she takes me deep into her warm mouth.

“Ahhh,” I groan. She’s working me into a frenzy. I want to push her head down further onto me, but I manage to resist. It’s dear, sweet Sloane after all. Now she moves back up my body and is straddling me, her face next to mine.

“I want this. I want you,” she says, as her warm breath caresses my ear. Her pert nipples graze my chest and I desperately need to be inside her, rocking her world right now. But a voice of reason keeps me from diving off the deep end and into her.

“No, Sloane, I’m not what you want. I can’t give you what you want.”

I try to talk some sense into both of us before we take the plunge.

“Oh, but I think you can,” she murmurs, her voice thick with want. 

No, I know she wants more than what this would be for me.

I can’t let this happen.

I would never want to be the one to break her heart, the virgin’s heart I remind myself.

“Get off me, Sloane,” comes out of my mouth and it sounds harsh, almost cruel. I didn’t mean for it to come out that way.

She climbs off me and out of bed.

She looks beyond hurt, and a little pissed.

She starts searching for her clothes.

“Take me home,” she barks out in an unrecognizable voice and she won’t even look at me.

I feel like such a chump, but trust me, she’ll be thanking me later.

I drive her home in silence. What’s there to say?

We pull up to her building and she gets out without a word, slams the door and doesn’t look back.

Am I a fool to let that nice piece of ass walk away?

Damn, she’s more than a piece of ass and you know it.

She’s Sloane, she’s special and you know you’re not man enough for her.

She needs to be treated right.

I remind myself of this so that I will stay away from the temptation of Sloane Hart.