She thought she could hide from him…but Vegas isn't big enough to keep her from him for long.

Dane
My best friend's curvy little sister has been mine since the day I met her.
Sienna Davis is too young and sweet for me, but I'm in love with her anyway.
Unfortunately, I didn't know she felt the same way for me until she ran away to Vegas.
Her brother sent me to track her down.
He's going to kill me when he finds out I put a ring on her finger and made her my little princess.
He can take whatever he wants from me, but I won't give her up.
Not ever.

Sienna
I've been in love with Dane Robertson since I was seventeen.
He's my older brother's rough-around-the-edges, crazy-hot best friend.
I want him to be my daddy, but I didn't know he felt the same until he showed up in Vegas.
I know he's worried my brother is going to lose it when he finds out about us, but I don't care.
I belong with Dane. I always have.
And I'm not going to give him up, not even for my brother.
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"Uh-oh." Sienna giggles, leaning her head against my shoulder like there's nowhere else she'd rather be…and fuck if that doesn't do something to me. Make me want to keep her even though I damn well know she's too young and sweet for a guy like me.

She's mine anyway. I just need to work out the details.

"Yeah, uh-oh," I mutter to her, my fury calming now that she's safely in my arms.

"I'm in trouble," she whispers.

"Yeah, you are, princess," I growl, tipping my face down toward hers. Goddamn, she smells good. I want to lay her out on the bar and eat her up.

She giggles again, and then seems to remember something. Her eyes narrow on me, her face scrunching up. "You aren't supposed to be here."

"Neither are you."

"Put me down."

"No."

"You can't carry me. Someone will see!"

"You embarrassed to be seen with me, baby?"

"You just got married, Dane." Panic flows through her cornflower blue eyes. There's something else there too. Something I've never seen on her before. It looks a hell of a lot like…heartbreak. The sight of it hits me right in the stomach.

Jesus Christ. Is that why she's been freezing me out? It can't be…can it?

She struggles in my arms, trying to get me to put her down.

"Settle down," I growl at her, holding her tight as my mind spins, trying to comprehend the fact that she's upset about my brief engagement. Why? Is it because I didn't tell her? Or is there another reason? Something deeper?

"Put me down right now, Dane. I mean it!" She kicks her feet, damn near managing to crack a guy in another thousand-dollar suit in the head.

I turn on my heel, stomping through the bar with her.

"I'll scream," she says, trying to fight her way free of my arms. I'm a hell of a lot bigger than she is though and she isn't going anywhere until we get to the bottom of why she ran off to Vegas and started dancing on bars.

"I'll spank your ass right here, Sienna."

"You wouldn't," she hisses like she's offended.

I see the flare of desire in her eyes though. I file that shit away for later. "Try me, princess. Grant sent me to bring you home and I'm not leaving without you."

"You're a big bully."

"And you're being a brat."

She goes rigid in my arms as soon as the word brat leaves my lips. Hurt flares in her eyes, tears welling to the surface. Her lower lip quivers before she turns her face away, hiding those beautiful blue eyes from me.

"Since I'm such a brat, I guess you should know I'll run away if you try to take me back there," she says, her voice quivering like her lip. "I'm never going back there again."

What the fuck?

She loves Chattanooga. She loves her brother too. It's been the two of them against the world since their parents died when she was thirteen. Even though Grant was barely out of college, still struggling to build his company, he didn't hesitate to step up and raise her. They've been thick as thieves since the day I met Grant. If she's refusing to go home, something serious must have happened between them.

"Sienna–"

"I wish he would have sent anyone but you," she whispers.

"Too bad, princess," I growl, "because I'm not going anywhere."

She sniffles but doesn't respond. I carry her through the hotel with her stiff in my arms the entire time. I hate that she's crying…and I really hate to think she might be crying over me. We're going to sort it out as soon as I get her to my room because this shit is ending now.

I hit the button for the elevator, trying like hell not to bury my face in her hair to breathe her in. Trying not to think about the fact that her body is pressed so close to mine I can feel every soft curve. She has the body of a goddess. It's lush, ripe…ready for the taking.

And I'm bastard enough to have fantasized about taking her for longer than I should have. Grant would kill me if he knew how many times I've jerked my cock to fantasies of his baby sister screaming for me while I fucked her dirty. She'd probably be horrified too.

The elevator dings and then the ornate doors slide open. I carry her inside, hitting the button for the top floor.

"That's not my floor," she mumbles.

"We're going to my room."

"Of course it's the penthouse."

"You too good for the penthouse, princess?"

She sniffs at me in disdain, refusing to answer.

I bite back a smile. Her attitude is too fucking cute. She never asks for anything, never expects anything. But Grant and I both spoil the shit out of her at every available opportunity. She tells us not to do it, but we never listen. I love seeing her eyes light up with happiness. But none of it seems to be what she wants. Nothing takes the hint of sadness out of her eyes for long.

It drives me crazy. I'd open my fucking veins and bleed for her if I thought it'd make her happy.

"Why'd you run off to Vegas, baby?" I ask her as the elevator climbs toward the penthouse.

She ignores me.

"Grant is worried about you."

She fidgets in my arms like that fact bothers her, but again, she doesn't say anything.

I sigh and give up for the moment. We ride the rest of the way in silence. By the time we make it to the top floor, we've stopped on damn near every other floor to let people on and off. Sienna dozes off in my arms, too drunk to stay awake any longer.

I carry her through the penthouse into the master suite and lay her on the bed. Every instinct I have screams at me to climb into the bed beside her and hold her. I almost do it. And then I remember that she's pissed at me. I pull her shoes off and toss them aside before covering her up.

My lips brush her forehead. "Goodnight, baby."

Her blue eyes pop open, focusing on me. They're full of sadness again, making her look so damn small and vulnerable. "I would have given anything for you to love me back," she whispers. "I hope she makes you happy."

"Sienna, what–?"

Her eyes fall closed, her breath evening out.

I stand there for a long time, rocked all the way to my core.

​Sienna is in love with me too? Jesus Christ. Grant is going to fucking kill me. 

He's not giving her up…even if he has to steal her to keep her.
 
Kasen
Six years ago, I wasn't good enough for Olivia Scott.
I made the biggest mistake of my life when I left her to pursue my music.
Now I'm a country star and she's got another man's ring on her finger…but I'm not willing to let her go without a fight.
Even if I have to steal her to remind her that she's mine, I'll be the only one claiming her.
 
Olivia
Six years ago, Kasen Alexander left me at the altar, promising he'd be back for me.
He never returned. Now he's a big star and I have to see his face everywhere I go.
I gave up getting over him and agreed to marry a man who needs a fake wife.
It seemed like a good idea…right up until Kasen showed up.
Now I'm his hostage and he says he's never letting me go.
God, I hope he means it.
 
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"Are you even listening to me, Kasen Jacob Alexander?"

Shit. Now I'm in trouble.

"Sorry, Ma. I was thinkin'."

"You need to be listening."

"What's wrong?" I ask, her tone letting me know she's serious. Something is definitely wrong.

"It's Olivia."

My heart stalls, an image of Olivia with her head tipped back and stars in her eyes popping into my mind. With those big blue eyes and long blonde hair, she was beautiful. Even the freckles scattered across her nose were adorable. She's only grown more gorgeous in the years since. All that youthful beautiful matured into lush perfection. I eat up every picture Ma sends my way, shamelessly jerking my cock to the image of my girl every damn night.

"What about Olivia? Is she okay?" I demand.

"She's fine, Kasen." Ma hesitates so long I think she hung up on me and then she sighs. "I guess there ain't no way to say it but right out. She's getting married."

Oh, hell no.

"Over my dead body," I growl, dropping the curtains and spinning toward the door, already looking for my keys and shoes. I'm halfway across the bedroom before I remember I'm bare-ass naked and don't own a car. Hell, I'm not entirely sure I even have a driver's license anymore. There isn't much need for one when I have a driver who takes me everywhere.

"Don't you take that tone with me, Kasen Jacob," Ma practically shouts at me.

"Sorry, Ma. You took me by surprise." Understatement. I think she just ripped my heart out of my chest. Olivia--my Olivia—is getting married. To someone who isn't me. "Who is he?"

"His name is Dane Robertson. He's some bigwig down in Chattanooga. They haven't been dating long." Ma hesitates again. "She seems content enough with him."

I snort. When Olivia was mine, she was more than content. She was over-the-moon happy. If Dane Robertson doesn't make her feel that way, he's not good enough for her. Hell, no one is good enough for my Olivia. No one who isn't me anyway.

"When is the wedding?"

Ma ignores me. "I don't know what she's doing with him, Kasen. He may own a company, but he's covered in tattoos and rides a motorcycle. Maybe she's in some sort of trouble. Her mama says she's looking forward to settling down and having babies, but this ain't the man for her, I'll tell you that much. She'll be miserable with him."

"She ain't marryin' him, Ma." I don't mention the fact that I'm tattooed too.

"Well, you ain't here to stop her, now are you?" Ma huffs at me, and then she really gets going like she's prone to do when something gets her worked up. "I swear, boy, you lost your mind when you left her behind. And look at you now. Living in that big old house by yourself, spending your nights talking to an old woman like me on the phone. You act like you're doing just fine, but I'm not blind, Kasen Jacob. I know you're just feeding me a line."

"Ma."

"You think I don't know what all those songs of yours are about? All that moping about the one who got away. You miss that girl like crazy, and anyone with sense can see it."

"Ma."

"You take all those uppity women out, but you aren't fooling anyone, boy. The photographers may think you're hopping from bed to bed like one of them playboys in Hollywood, but I know better."

"Ma!" I shout, trying to get her attention.

"What?" she shouts back, making me smile again. God, I love her. She's as crazy as they come, but there is no one else in this world like my Ma. "You're going to give me a heart attack, Kasen. You can't just go around shouting at old women."

"Ma, you're not old. You're fifty. And I only shouted because you were too busy climbin' my ass to listen. Olivia isn't marrying anyone with a douche name like Dane Robertson. She's marryin' me." I pace back and forth across my room, thinking. There's no way I can go back home to win her back. The whole town would crucify me if I showed up to interfere. Everyone loves Olivia. She's hard not to love.

"You said that before," Ma reminds me, still snippy.

"I was an idiot before."

​"If you're expecting me to defend you, I have bad news for you, boy," she sniffs.