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  It was now that it was revealed to Collin that his wife wasn’t wearing any undergarments whatsoever.

  Realizing this, he repositioned himself over her, breaking their kissing stride, only for his lips to reconnect with her neck, before traveling down her chest in a seductive pattern.

  When his mouth reached her waistline, Flora grasped the bed and spread her legs wider, as Collin buried herself in the mess of soft, russet curls, which lead to her moist, welcoming chasm of womanly wonder.

  Collin started slowly, licking and nipping at Flora, before committing to her completely.

  Flora groaned and writhed with pleasure, with every stroke bringing her closer to complete sexual euphoria.

  However, before she had a chance to completely submit to being overcome by the essence of their lovemaking, Flora stopped Collin.

  When Collin looked up, he received a come-hither look from Flora.

  Collin grinned, pulling himself up, so that his lower half was now able to press against her sufficiently wet sheath of pleasure, causing his body to quiver with passionate anticipation.

  He drew himself up, once securely between Floras legs and buried himself deep inside of her, while she grasped ahold of his arms and thrusted back and forth with ease and grace.

  Having had plenty of practice lately, on what exactly one another liked, they both had found their perfect positions quickly and were able to quicken their lovemaking tempo now, within a few quick thrusts; while they both soared toward oblivion.

  Faster and faster, the couple moved, thrusting harder, deeper, and with more intensity each time they moved.

  It was now as though Flora and Collin couldn’t get close enough to one another, although they melded easily and efficiently.

  The damp, warmth of Flora was throbbing around Collin as he spiraled toward ecstasy. The feel of being inside of her was intoxicating and Collin couldn’t get enough.

  However, after a few moans and two more thrusts, the couple was able to enter the world of jubilation and otherworldly bliss together.

  Once they were finished, with the euphoria of lovemaking still causing Flora’s heart to flutter, she decided that now was as good a time as any to tell him the latest in their streak of good news.

  “Collin,” she called, turning toward him and staring her husband straight in the eyes.

  Collin’s brow furrowed, instantly concerned that something might be wrong.

  “Is everything okay?”

  “Yes,” Flora answered quickly, now hardly able to contain herself. “Everything is wonderful! Actually, I have a surprise for you.”

  “A surprise?” Collin asked, confused, “Between the house and the fact that we have time to spend together, without fearing that we are going to get fired is a pretty damn good day, already if you ask me.”

  Still, hardly able to keep the words from spilling out, she manages to tease, “Oh, well, if you think that’s enough for one day, I guess I could wait.”

  After she spoke though, Flora hoped to God he wouldn’t call her bluff. She was having trouble keeping from blurting it out and she was moments away from the reveal. If she waited any longer, she was afraid she wouldn’t be able to make it.

  “Whoa,” he chuckled, “I didn’t say that. I love surprises. You can keep them coming. I don’t mind.”

  Flora giggled, “You sure?”

  “Honey, you know me. If you don’t tell me, it’ll drive me nuts!”

  “Yeah, especially with all this newfound time on your hands,” she laughed as her arms snaked around his neck.

  Playfully scoffing, Collin’s mouth hung open as he insisted, “Excuse me, do you know how much work I’ve put into this house? You just come in like some whirlwind, and don’t even notice…” At this, he burst into laughter.

  Flora rolled her eyes, “Do you want to know what your surprise is or no?” I asked him.

  “Of course, I do,” he answered with a cheeky grin. “Come on, what is it?” He urged after a moment of silence.

  “Collin, you’re going to be a daddy!” Flora exclaimed, beaming from ear to ear.

  “What?” He asked, as a broad smile crossed his face, while it seemed that the rest of the air he was holding expelled from his lungs with shock. “What? You’re pregnant?”

  By this point, Flora’s head was wagging up and down with excitement, as she watched the man she loved realize the news that was going to change both of their lives forever.

  “I went to the doctors yesterday afternoon to confirm.”

  “Oh my God!” Collin exclaimed, kissing his wife passionately, while his heart pounded with anticipation and excitement.

  “This is it,” Flora replied, touching her stomach when they pulled away, “This baby is ours and it is all that matters, now that we enter this new chapter of our lives together. We’ve waited so long and now, we only have to wait a few more months, and we’re going to be parents!”

  Even though she wasn’t showing yet, Collin excitedly pressed his hand against Flora’s stomach, while his lips searched for hers, again, as the news sunk in for both of them, and the couple passionately embraced their new life!

  Book 2: The One That Got Away

  Blurb

  Five years ago, I gave myself to him.

  Now he's back to claim me.

  My family hates him, but I don't care.

  This time, he's not getting away.

  I never should have slept with Leah.

  She was hot, she was begging for it...

  She was my best friend's little sister.

  If he finds out he'll destroy me,

  But Leah's worth destruction.

  I still remember her curves, her kisses...

  The way her body melted against mine.

  One taste just wasn't enough. I want more.

  Her family thinks I'm a spoiled rich boy who likes to play with motorcycles.

  All I want to play with is Leah.

  She thinks I don't know about the child she's carrying inside her.

  But I know everything, and I protect what's mine.

  I'll prove to her and everyone else that this time,

  I'm playing for keeps.

  Chapter One – Leah

  “Leah Hawkin!” my brother, Brandon, yells up the stairs in his over the top, protective tone. “I cannot believe that you’ve just come in the house and dropped all your stuff on the stairs. Are you eight years old again?”

  I roll my eyes in frustration, but I try my hardest not to let my anger burst out at his parental style demands. Ever since our father passed away just after my tenth birthday, six years ago, he stepped into the man of the house role. He was almost twelve years old back then, but he was mature for his age, and Mom fell apart so I guess someone had to do it. I was young, I was wrapped up in my own upset after that drunk driver hit him as he walked home from school, so I didn’t notice how bad things had gotten. It’s only now that I’m older now and can understand.

  Mom is better now. She’s got it together a little more, but she works two jobs to keep a roof over our heads. The money that we got from Dad’s life insurance didn’t last long so she has to do a lot to keep us all going. I am grateful to her and I appreciate all that she does… but there’s a big part of me that wishes she was around more. But this is why Brandon feels like he has to be so commanding. He wants to take the strain off of Mom.

  “Sorry,” I yell back. “I’ll be down in a moment, I just had to race to the bathroom. I’ll get it all in a moment.”

  “Well, make it quick because Zane is coming over soon. Make it nice before then, alright?”

  My heart immediately stops in my chest as I hear the name Zane. That’s the only word in the world that makes my knees knock together and my whole body jellifies. Everything about my brother’s best friend is incredible. He’s smoking hot; tall, dark, and strikingly handsome. He has black hair that hangs into his piercing green eyes, muscles that ripple up and down his body, and chiselled cheek bones that could cu
t glass. He’s tall, probably over six foot, and he has the sexiest tattoos all over his body. He has a bad boy look that really turns me on, and when he’s on his motorcycle… my God, I can literally feel myself fall apart. That bike features in all my fantasies.

  The thing that I like best about him is although he looks like a bad boy, I know that he isn’t. He might look like the sort of guy that you wouldn’t ever want to bring home to meet your parents, but he isn’t really like that. He’s got a heart of gold, a kind soul that would help out anyone, a funny, sparkling personality that only makes him even more attractive to me. He’s the man I could quite easily fall in love with, given half the chance.

  It’s just a shame that I have so many obstacles in my way. I’m shy and quiet, that’s a big part of it. Even though I’ve known Zane for most of my life, as soon as the attraction started to bloom in my stomach, I began to find it hard to talk to him. I become a tongue tied blubbering mess around him. Because of this shyness, I am completely inexperienced. At sixteen years of age, I haven’t ever even been kissed, which I’m acutely aware of. I know for a fact that an endless stream of girls throw themselves at Zane, and why wouldn’t they? He’s definitely been kissed and I’m sure there would be more than just kisses. I wouldn’t be his first… which I suppose is a good thing because I know he’ll be able to set my body alight, I worry that I won’t be good enough for him. I don’t know what I have to offer.

  But that isn’t everything. There’s more. Brandon is actually my main issue. He really has stepped into the father role and probably the mother role too. He is dead against me dating anyone, and I know for a fact that he wouldn’t be able to allow me to date Zane. There’s no way he would see that as a good match. If anything were to happen between me and Zane we would lose him forever. I know for a fact that Zane wouldn’t want to lose his best friend and I cannot hurt my brother either. He’s done absolutely everything for me.

  I glance at my reflection in the mirror and rip off the sweater that I wore to school. I might not want to do anything real but I can’t stop the desire to make myself look good in front of Zane, even if it’s just for my fantasies. It’s easier to picture myself pouncing on him and devouring him when I’m in my bed alone in the dead of night if I’m wearing a spaghetti strap vest top than a thick sweater. I might find it hard to speak to Zane, but that doesn’t mean I have to completely hide myself away from him. It’s only for a bit of fun.

  I pout at my reflection, brushing my ash blonde hair off my face. I think I’m a bit plain looking really, I don’t have the dramatic curves or the massive cleavage that Sally or any of the other cheerleaders have, but I don’t think I’m terrible either. If you look really closely, I have a nice mouth, bee stung lips, and my wide brown eyes are sweet too. If I knew how to make the most of myself, maybe I would be seen as attractive…

  “Leah, come on!” Brandon shouts, clearly getting impatient now. “I can’t do everything, can I?”

  He’ll be gone soon, I remind myself with a deep sigh. This is his final year of high school. He’ll be in college soon… then everything will be up to me. I can tidy up as and when I like, it’ll be easier then.

  I thunder down the stairs, grabbing my belongings as I go. My coat, my school bag, my books, my shoes. I guess I have made a mess really, I can’t be too mad. I shove everything away exactly where it’s supposed to go and join my brother in the kitchen. He’s leaning over the cooker, making us something that smells delicious.

  “Is Mom working at the bar tonight?” I ask him casually. “I thought this was her night off?”

  “She swapped a shift. I think Tina needs tonight off for her kid’s parent teacher conference.”

  I nod slowly, but my eyes are already focused on the window, searching for Zane. I don’t know why I bother really. I’ll be able to hear the rumble of his bike engine long before I see him. Mmm, that bike…

  “How are things at school?” Brandon asks me quietly. “Have those girls started leaving you alone?”

  I sink my eyes to the ground, not wanting to get involved in this conversation. I never would have confided in Brandon about the trouble I had a few weeks back with some of the popular crowd because I know how much he worries. I make myself a target by being so shut off anyway, but he was watching out for me, like he always is.

  “Things are fine,” I reply tightly. “It’s all blown over now, they’ve moved onto someone else.”

  Brandon spins around and he gives me an intense look. He knows as well as I do that I would keep it to myself anyway, but I am being honest this time. Ever since he warned them off me, they’ve been leaving me alone. My brother and Zane are considered the most desirable guys in school; one of them a good guy and one of them a bad one to suit all tastes, so any girls would do anything he says. I hardly think they know I’m his sister.

  “Okay, well keep me involved,” he finally declares. “You know I want to look after you.”

  Oh my God… my heart leaps into my chest, I can hear it. That delicious grumbling sound. He’s coming, Zane is finally here. Instantly I straighten my face and my back, trying to position myself at my most attractive angle, whatever that might be. I don’t know enough about my body to understand my best angles. Maybe I should spend more time looking in the mirror to study myself. That must be what other people do…

  “Are you alright?” I suddenly spot Brandon giving me an odd look. “You look… strange.”

  Honestly, it’s a miracle that he hasn’t picked up on my feelings yet. I really don’t know how that’s happened. To me, it seems impossible that Brandon wouldn’t notice what a freak I become, but I suppose he doesn’t want to know. Maybe it’s much easier for him to live in a pit of denial than to face what’s right in front of him.

  “I’m fine, just…” I cough awkwardly, since I don’t actually have an answer. “Yeah, I’m okay.”

  Zane walks through the door without even knocking. He’s here so much that he’s almost part of the furniture. I wonder if that’ll change when Brandon goes off to college, I hope he still comes around every now and again. Zane doesn’t seem like he’s got any college ambitions so I’m sure he’ll stick around here. From what I’ve overheard, he wants to work with motorcycles, so he doesn’t need to go anywhere for that.

  “Yo, bitches!” he says in that silky smooth voice of his as he slides in. “How’s it hanging?”

  “Hey, Zane,” Brandon shoots back. “I’m just making dinner. You staying for something to eat?”

  Zane smirks at me and gives me a wink. I instantly shiver, I can’t hide it, but I know that isn’t something special. He acts that way with everyone. But still, it feels nice when it comes my way.

  “I could eat, but I’m not here for long, and you aren’t either. We’re going to the Smith party tonight.”

  Smith. He means Sally Smith, the cheerleader in my school class. This is a party that I probably should be going to, but I haven’t been invited. I never get invited to anything like this. I always say I wouldn’t go even if I was, but I know for a fact that I would. Especially knowing that Zane’s going to be there.

  “We are?” I sigh loudly as Brandon agrees with Zane. “Oh, awesome, alright.”

  A thick silence clings to the air for a couple of moments, although if I’m honest it’s probably just my anger. I don’t want Zane to be at the clutches of all those other girls. I want him to stay here with me. No that I’d dare ask. I probably wouldn’t even be able to work up the courage if Brandon wasn’t here.

  “I’m headed upstairs.” I point behind me and slowly move backwards. “See you guys later.”

  Hot tears sting at the back of my eyes as I try to get away before the humiliation that I’m simply not in their world. I need the privacy of my own world to fall apart in. This is the tragic side of having a crush on Zane, it isn’t all secretive fun. Knowing when he’s hooking up with someone else hurts. A lot, actually. Too damn much.

  “What about dinner?” Brandon calls up behind m
e. He probably feels bad for me… again.

  “I’ll get it later. Please, leave it in the oven and I’ll grab it when I’m done with homework. Thank you.”

  Once in my room, I drag the sweater back onto my body, returning to the real me. I’m never going to be the girl that captivates Zane, that simply isn’t me. Maybe it’ll be better if he doesn’t hang around after Brandon goes to college. Maybe it’s time to start trying to move on…

  Chapter Two – Zane

  “Everything alright with Leah?” I ask Brandon cautiously. I know he worries about her a lot, he feels responsible for her because they don’t have their parents around anymore. I think he spends so much time focusing on that he forgets that she’s a damn adult now. She’s growing up fast and it’s time for him to let go.

  She’s got hot actually, not that I think she knows it. She’s got a gorgeous pixie look about her. A sweet innocence that draws me in and drives me wild. Not that I would ever act on those feelings, for Brandon. And anyway, I’m enjoying playing the field for the moment. I’m young, girls fling themselves at me, so why would I even think about settling down? I can’t just sleep with Leah, she isn’t for that. She’s a long term girl.

  One day, she’ll find a nice boy. A teacher or a scientist, someone who can romance her and treat her right. Leah’s the sort of girl who will marry the first person that she sleeps with, and she’ll have kids running around her feet. She’s safe, not one for danger, and I don’t even think she likes the idea of risk. It doesn’t turn her on. It’s a shame, because I know if I could get hold of that body I would know exactly how to corrupt her and send her wild… but I really can’t. that would be so damn wrong of me on so many levels. I have to resist.

  “I don’t know,” Brandon sighs. “I don’t know if she’s having trouble with those girls again…”

  I roll my eyes, wondering if his interfering is hindering rather than helping. I know that his intentions are good but I don’t know if he always goes about it in the right way. I wish I could tell him that much. But I can’t get involved in family business. That’s just not my place to do so. My family isn’t exactly perfect anyway. I have enough of my own problems to contend with… or avoid, which is probably much closer to the truth.