“Is that for me, baby girl?” she asks, crouching down in front of Brooklyn, who squeals and hands her mama her second surprise. Quinn’s gaze flicks from the envelope to me and back again as she peels it open and pulls the papers out, gasping.
“What?”
Holding my hand out, I wait until Brooklyn grabs it before lifting her into my arms. “If we’re going to do this, we’re going to do it right. Biologically, she may not be mine but in my heart, this little girl belongs to me. I love her almost as much as you do and I would be honored to adopt her as my own.”
“Lucas,” she gasps, crying as she covers her mouth with her hand. “Are you sure? You can’t take this back. This is forever.”
“Baby,” I breathe, shaking my head. “When are you ever gonna learn…”
She smiles and pulls me closer. “You never say things you don’t mean.”
“So believe me when I say that this is what I want. Forever. And on my death bed, when I look back at my life and all the memories and love the three of us will share, I’ll smile and tell anyone who’ll listen that I lived a damn good life.”
“Okay,” she muses, smiling at her daughter before her gaze flicks back to me. Heat dances in her eyes and my heart kicks in my chest. “Do you know what I’m going to say next, then?”
Grinning, I hook my arm around her waist and pull her into my body until my lips brush against hers. “Kiss you?”
“Get to it then, handsome. Now and for the rest of forever.”
“Shit. You don’t have to tell me twice, woman.” I seal my lips over hers and she melts into me as she grips the lapels on my jacket and moans.
Fuck.
Yeah, if I get to spend the next seventy years doing this right here, I’ll have absolutely no regrets.
Little Do You Know
Bayou Devils MC
Book Five
Prologue
Kady
May 2011
“Kady, baby,” he whispers, his voice dripping over me like honey as I slowly fade into consciousness. A feeling of comfort washes over me as he drags his hand across my belly and pulls me closer. I let out a soft moan as he presses his lips to my naked shoulder. His warmth surrounds me and I snuggle into it, wondering how the hell I’m supposed to get up and go into work when I could just spend all day doing this. “Come on, darlin’. It’s time to get up.”
“No.”
He laughs as he slips a hand between my thighs. “Do I need to make waking up more appealing for you?”
“Maybe,” I breathe, lifting my hips off the bed and he laughs again.
“Don’t go getting shy on me now, gorgeous.” His voice is husky as he drags his fingertips up the inside of my thigh and my muscles tighten, anticipating his touch but it never comes. Goose bumps race across my skin as he leans down, his lips brushing over the shell of my ear. “Use your words… or I could just spank your perfect ass until you’re so goddamn wet that there’s no question what you want.”
Heat floods my body and I bite back a smile as I remain silent, taunting him. The urge to peek up at his face is overpowering but I hold strong, waiting for him to figure it out. Finally, he scoffs and yanks his hand from between my legs. Before I can even object, he flips me onto my stomach and yanks the covers back. His hand lands on my ass with a smack and I suck in a breath as my belly does a little flip and my pussy clenches with need.
“Shit,” he whispers, gently rubbing his hand over the spot he just slapped. “You’ve always gotta challenge me, huh?”
Grinning, I open my eyes and glance over my shoulder, meeting his green gaze as I hold up my left hand. “You didn’t seem to mind when you asked me to marry you.”
“Yeah, you’re right,” he responds, his gaze flicking to the engagement ring he slipped on my finger just last week. Memories from the night he proposed pop into my mind and I bite back another smile. He surprised me with a new dress and took me out to this fancy restaurant in downtown Baton Rouge before taking me back to the place where it all started. Out in the grass in front of the middle school where we met, he dropped down on one knee and pulled out a diamond ring. With a smile, I glance down at the rock on my left hand and my heart flutters. “Still doesn’t mean that I’m letting you get away with shit.”
“Happy wife, happy life, baby. You should learn that now and you’ll be just fine.”
He smirks and flips me over before pulling my legs apart and settling between my thighs. “Sounds like some bullshit.”
“Oh, I see how it is,” I murmur, arching a brow as I reach for the ring. The happy expression on his face turns to anger in a minute and he catches my hand before I can even touch the ring.
“Don’t even joke about that. That ring is never coming off your finger, you hear me?”
I glare up at him. “Maybe I don’t want to be your wife if you don’t care if I’m happy.”
“Goddamn it, woman,” he growls, leaning down and gripping my face in his hand. “You’re my fucking world and you know it so knock it off.” He shakes his head. “Fucking difficult for no damn reason.”
“Haven’t you ever heard that all the good ones are difficult? If you want easy, go find a basic bitch,” I say, smirking up at him and he shakes his head.
“Woman, you are the only girl I’ve had eyes for since the moment I met you. I don’t want anyone else even if you are going to make me pull my fucking hair out.”
I shake my head to get him to release my face and when he does, I reach up and tussle his brown hair. It falls into his eyes and I laugh. “Speaking of which, you need a haircut.”
“I don’t know. You seemed to like pulling it when I was inside you last night.” His lips stretch into a salacious grin and my heart thumps a little harder. Oh, I know that look all too well. Cocking my head to the side, I study him.
“Did you like it?”
“Maybe,” he answers, his grin growing wider. “Why don’t we try it again to make sure?”
“I’m going to be late for work.”
“No, you won’t,” he answers, his hand slipping back between my thighs as he lowers his head and kisses my neck. I lean my head back, letting out a sigh. He wastes no time this time around and presses his thumb against my clit before circling it in slow circles. My entire body sags into the bed as a low moan slips past my lips and my eyes close.
“Oh. Just like that.”
“Don’t tell me what to do,” he growls in my ear and I shiver.
“Faster,” I urge, smiling at the thrill that rushes through me, zapping every nerve ending to life when he growls again. God, I don’t know why but something about getting him all fired up does crazy things for my libido and most of the time, I can’t help myself. Hell, just last night, I started shit with him over a hair dryer just to piss him off.
Over a hair dryer…
Who the hell does that?
But, goddamn, the way he threw me on the bed and worked me over until I was apologizing so loudly that my throat is a little sore this morning makes me want to do it again.