About the Book
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.
When this obsessed alpha male finds his curvy princess in Vegas, he'll have a ring on her finger fast enough to make her head spin. If a secret wedding, a bossy Daddy, and over-the-top declarations are your thing, you're formally invited to join us in Vegas! All Nichole Rose books come complete with a sticky sweet and guaranteed HEA.
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.