Page 11 of Hurricane (Happy Hour #1)

Colby

I believe he truly will.

Lucian’s genuine concern, etched on his incredible face, rallies me while I worry.

An easy out, I could keep waiting and waiting until I craft an escape route to keep from ever marrying him. Two days ago I would have jumped at the chance.

Things have changed.

He has.

I have.

We both have.

I realize now I’ve fallen in love with him and don’t want to be without him.

“No postponement. I want you to be my husband at his funeral. We’ll get married right away and show the world that we’re a united front. You run my family and its business now.”

Pure joy floods my body as his dazzling smile lights up his face.

“I’ll have the priest here within an hour.”

Despite the sorrow I should feel, yet don’t, I laugh at his eagerness. “An hour might be a little quick. How about tonight? At our house?”

“ Our house, Hurricane.”

The way he emphasizes the word in his dominant tone makes me shiver. “Yes.”

With my whisper, his hands are in my hair, tugging hard enough to make me yelp and my head fall back. He takes advantage of my parted lips and dives in, kissing me with more force than I ever dreamed possible.

Absolute feral masculinity takes over as he plunges deep, moaning and grunting as if he can’t get enough of me. Apparently, he can’t as he slides his hands under my ass and lifts me up to wrap my legs around his waist.

“I can’t wait. I’m fucking you now.”

Wrong.

So utterly and completely wrong.

I’ve just lost my dad.

My mom is grieving alone.

We’re in this open room where someone can walk in at any time.

And, none of that matters.

All I want is him too.

I don’t care about my cruel father or neglectful mother or what anyone else thinks.

I only want to please this man whom I realize now gives me everything I could ever want or need.

He walks us to the wall and as soon as my back hits the plaster, I lift my skirt while he unbuttons his pants. Unable to wait for me to adjust to him, he shoves my panties to the side and slams into me, making me shriek in painful pleasure from the impalement.

“That’s right, scream for me.”

Except doing so will draw attention to us. So I sink my teeth into his jacket, muffling my cries, and hold on for dear life as he pounds into me.

“Oh no, wife. I want to hear you.”

He shoves me backwards and wraps his hand around my throat. We hold each other’s gaze for several seconds with the realization of what we’ve become now apparent to both of us. “I want to hear you too.”

The smile I love slowly unfurls on his face, and I can’t stop myself from grinning right back at him.

“Be careful what you ask for, Hurricane.”

His hands slide to my hips in a painful grip, and he ruts into me, grunting hard with each thrust. He wants to hurt me, and he is, in the most excruciatingly intoxicating way.

Again and again, he plunges as deep as he can go. I wrap my arms around his neck and brush my lips over his ear. “I’m falling in love with you Lucian Bandoni.”

When he goes stone still, I smile against his warm skin. I love having power over him.

“Good to know, Mrs. Bandoni.”

With his raspy tone, I clench tighter than I thought possible. Oh my God! He really knows how to turn the tables on me.

“Fuck. I love the feel of your pussy pulsating around my cock.”

Instinctively, I start gliding up and down on his dick, chasing what only he can give me.

“Good girl.”

The praise works as always, and I brace my forearms on his shoulders to obtain the leverage I need. His throaty chuckle fills the air.

“Calm down, June bug. I’m going to get you off.”

And he does, smashing me down hard and deep. I can’t keep up with his onslaught as he plows into me, and I give in to his dominance.

He fucks me into submission, owning my body as well as my heart. Desire courses through me, and I teeter on the edge, desperate to explode.

His huge hand winds my hair around his fist, keeping me under his control, and drops his forehead to mine.

“I’m already in love with you, Colby Bandoni.”

That’s all I need to let go, coming so hard stars burst in my vision. I jolt like lighting while he shatters too, his release spurting hot and violent inside me.

I collapse against him, relishing his arms wrapping around me in a rare yet welcoming hug. Responding in kind, I embrace him back and nuzzle my head on his chest.

“I know it sounds crazy but every time I think about New Orleans, I wish I’d put a baby in you that night.”

My delirious giggle surprises me since I usually have nothing to laugh about. But for the first time ever, I’m truly giddy. “You did Lucian. I’m pregnant.”

Lucian

She lifts her head from my chest and blinks slowly, seemingly still floating from her orgasm. With a gentle brush of my hair off my forehead with her elegant fingers, she smiles dreamily at me.

She guides my hand from her throat to her belly.

“I really am pregnant.”

Pleasure battles with fury.

Why the fuck didn’t she tell me?

My hand returns to her neck. “You better not be fucking with me, Colby.”

She laughs like this is funny until I squeeze, cutting off her oxygen. I earn a smack to the side of my head which is fine. She’s going to get one on her ass in a minute if she doesn’t stop fucking around.

“I’m not lying, I swear. I was late but I thought it was just from stress. I took a test last night…” Small hands glide to my cheeks. “…it was positive.”

Beautiful. So fucking beautiful as my wife glows with joy I don’t know if I should fuck her or spank her. “Why am I just finding this out now?”

She shudders in my arms. I sound pissed as hell because I am.

A sigh blows through her lips as she squares her shoulders back ready to battle. “I was shocked. I needed some time to get used to the idea. I mean we’re having a baby !”

The word hits me hard. Obviously, I know pregnancy leads to a baby. But for the two of us—sworn enemies for so long—to have a child about knocks the wind out of me. Instead I grin. “Yeah, buttercup, we are.”

A huge smile lights up her face, and she laughs, shaking her head. “I shouldn’t be excited. But I am.”

“Me too.”

Some of the humor fades away, and she reaches for me again. “Because it’s you.”

Fuck me. The enormity of her confession after all these years of battle rocks me hard. “I’ve always wanted this with you too.”

Her response is interrupted by the door slowly opening. A woman in grey scrubs finds us with wide eyes before she backtracks out way faster than she entered.

I look down, and it’s completely obvious what we’ve been doing.

“Oops.”

Colby’s tone confirms she doesn’t really give a damn. Nor do I. All I care about is my wife.

I set her gently on the carpet, holding on to ensure she’s steady on her feet.

“We better go find my mother.”

I nod and tuck myself back in my pants, while she bends to slip off her destroyed thong.

“Now I’m going to smell like sex.”

Back to old times with her already bitching at me. I grab her panties and shove them in my pocket. “Good. Then everyone knows you’re taken literally and figuratively.”

Once again she tries to grasp what I’ve taken and once again she loses.

“I was going to use them to clean up!”

I tug her to me and whisper in her ear. “I like you dirty, Hurricane.”

My assertion calms her struggling against my claim. I kiss her forehead and tuck her against me, as I lead her out to the next problem we’re going to conquer.

Together.