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She thought she could hide from him…but Vegas isn't big enough to keep her from him for long.
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.
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."
"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.
"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."
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.
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"Do you want a big wedding, Gracie baby?" he asks hours later, his big body wrapped around mine in his giant bathtub. He presses little kisses to my shoulders and neck every few seconds. I don't think he's let me go once since he put his ring on my finger. That's all right. This is heaven. I'm sure of it.
"No. I just want you. And maybe some flowers."
"I don't want to wait to marry you." He places his hands on my belly, holding my little bump protectively. "I want you and our baby to have my last name as soon as possible."
"Okay," I agree, butterflies kicking into flight in my stomach. He's my Trevor again, the gentle giant who stole my heart all those months ago. The only time he isn't so careful is when he's inside me. He loses control then, gets lost in me. I love knowing I can unravel him like that.
"You're moving in now too."
"You aren't going to fight me?" he asks like he's surprised.
I shake my head, smiling. "I love being with you. It's my favorite place in the world. Um, I kind of thought, even if you didn't want me, that I would stick around here to raise the baby. There's nothing for me in Sacramento, but I feel like I have a future here."
"You do have a future here, little lamb." He presses his lips to my shoulder again, lingering for a second. "Do you still want to go to UCLA? I know how badly you wanted to go four months ago. We can find a house in Los Angeles while you're in school."
"I do want to go to college, but I kind of thought I could do that here," I tell him, tilting my head to the side to give him better access to my neck. "I never cared where I went. I just wanted to get away from home. I hated it there."
"That's because it wasn't your home, Gracie baby. This is your home. I'm your home." He turns my face, planting a sweet kiss on my lips. "We'll get you enrolled as soon as you're ready. I'll write out a check for your tuition."
"You don't have to do that. I can afford to pay for school." I bite my lip, studying him. "I'm not rich, but Gary didn't take everything. With the sale of the house, I have enough to cover tuition and anything else I might need for quite a while."
"I hate to break it to you, baby, but you are rich. My family has been very fortunate. The vineyards are quite prosperous. The winery and restaurant have only increased our fortune. You won't need your money because you have mine now."
"I'm not with you for your money, Trevor," I say, scowling at the thought.
His body vibrates with laughter. "You think I don't know that, Gracie baby? Never once have I thought you were after my family's money. But they're going to be your family now too. And the money is yours too, little lamb. Save yours to pass on to our babies or to build a library or whatever the fuck you want to do with it. That son of a bitch took enough from you, made your life harder than it ever had to be. Let me spoil you like you always should have been."
"Do I get to spoil you too?"
"You already are, little lamb. Having you here in my arms with my baby in your belly is everything I ever want or need." His blue eyes shine with sincerity. "You're every dream I ever had, Gracie. I think I've just been waiting for you to show up my whole life. Now I can finally start living, really living."
"You're going to make me cry again." I blink my eyes rapidly to keep the tears from falling.
"No more tears, little lamb. Nathan's already pretty pissed I made you cry today. I was pissed at myself about it," he says, his deep voice full of apology and genuine regret. "As soon as I heard you sniffle, my heart cracked in half. I'm sorry I was a dick to you today, Gracie baby. I was so fucking afraid of losing you a second time."
"You never lost me. I just had to go away for a little while."
"We're not ever spending a single night apart. I felt like the sun fell from the sky, little lamb."
"I'm sorry," I whisper, hating that the last four months were as hard for him as they were for me. Every day was a new kind of pain. "And I'm sorry I told your brother and Brooke about the baby before you. Brooke kind of guessed. I really like her and Nathan."
"You don't owe me an apology, Gracie baby. You left because you had to do so. We're together again, and we're having a baby. That's all that matters."
"I love you, Trevor."
"Forever, little lamb."
She may have left him once…but it wasn't by choice.
Four months ago, I fell for Gracie Braithwaite…and then she left me.
I've spent the time since trying to get over her, but I can't seem to do it. My heart has been hers since the second I saw her. Nothing will change that.
Now she's back, and all I want to do is wrap her in my arms and keep here there.
But she broke me once.
I'm not sure I'll survive if she leaves me again.
Guess that means I need to find a way to convince her to stay for good this time.
Four months ago, Trevor Goodson stole my heart. And then my life fell apart.
I didn't get to explain to Trevor why I left the way I did.
Now I'm back to tell him that I'm carrying his baby, but I'm terrified he hates me.
I hope when he knows the truth, he wants to keep more than just our baby. I hope he wants to keep me too.
Because I'm not leaving him ever again.
Please forgive me, Trevor. I never meant to hurt you.
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"You made my wife cry," Nathan growls at me.
Well, fuck. My heart sinks, guilt prodding me.
"Everyone, clear the cellar!" Eli barks.
The guys drop their tools and file out without a word. Most of them look anywhere but at the three of us. I feel Nathan glaring daggers at me the entire time, but I avoid looking at him. Brooke is pregnant. When she cries, he goes a little nuts. I don't blame him for it. Brooke is a sweetheart. There isn't a mean bone in her body. I couldn't love her any more if she was my real sister. To me, she is my sister.
"I'm sorry, man," I say once everyone is cleared out. "I wasn't trying to be a dick to Brooke. I just needed to get the fuck out of there before I lost it. I didn't mean to make her cry."
"Did you mean to make Gracie cry?" he snaps at me.
"Gracie's back?" Eli asks, clearly not up to date on what's been happening around here today. Which is surprising since Eli likes to know everything that's going on here.
"Yeah, she's back."
"And your asshole of a twin told her he hated her," Nathan growls.
"What the fuck?" Eli turns to glare at me too.
"I didn't say that…"
"Brooke was listening. Gracie asked if you hated her and you didn't tell her no." Nathan shakes his head, looking at me like he doesn't even know me. "I just spent an hour trying to comfort two pregnant chicks because you're an asshole."
"I told you I didn't mean to make…" I blink, his statement sinking into my brain. "Two pregnant chicks?"
Is he saying–?
Fuck, is Gracie–?
He's not giving her up…even if he has to steal her to keep her.
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.
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.
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."
"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."
"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.
Nichole Rose writes filthy, feel-good romance for curvy readers. Her books feature headstrong, sassy women and the alpha males who consume them. From grumpy detectives to country boys with attitude to instalove and over-the-top declarations, nothing is off-limits.