Page 51 of The Morally Grey Billionaires Boxset

Liam

So I kiss her, again and again. I kiss her until we’re both breathless, and she makes that little noise at the back of her throat that tells me she’s close to coming—and just from me kissing her—until she squirms around in my lap and the fabric covering my crotch is so tight, I’m sure my cock is going to burst through my zipper.

Someone clears their throat behind us, and I realize there’s no putting off the upcoming inquisition. I pull away and push my forehead into hers. "You ready for this?"

"What do you think?" She grumbles.

"I think you’re as aroused as I am, and that we’re both going to have to get through the battle line that is our mothers and the Lymington Knitting Club before we can go home and feast on each other."

She groans. "Stop, please, or I’m going to have to ask you to ravish me right here, not caring that we’ll scandalize our family and their friends."

It’s my turn to groan. "Don’t tempt me."

She laughs. "You deserve the pain, by the way. It’s your wicked tongue that’s gotten us in this situation, after all."

The pattering of paws reaches us, and Tiny pushes his cold nose between us.

"Hey, you." She rubs him behind his ear, and I swear, the Great Dane groans in ecstasy. I know how you feel, boy. He wags his tail with such gusto, his entire body shakes.

"Liam? Isla?" my mother calls out. "Are you coming in to join us?" It’s framed as a question, but it’s very much a dictate.

"Time to face the hordes," I murmur.

"You decent?" She teases me.

"I might have to use Tiny to hide my Tiny," I admit.

She laughs. "Is that going to be our code? I can just tell you that I want Tiny and you’ll know what I mean…"

"Not sure how I feel about that, but if that’s what you want." I raise a shoulder.

This time she gapes. "Who are you, and what have you done to my alphahole?"

"Oh, he’s very much here, and he wants to do all manner of naughty things to you, but the man I am when I’m with you also knows it’s time for propriety."

Tiny whines. She smiles. I resist the urge to kiss her once more because it’s going to take me down the Tiny hole—pun intended.

I lift her off my lap and set her on the ground.

Tiny instantly plops his head in my lap.

I scratch him behind his ears and he moans.

I laugh, and so does she. I play with him for a few more seconds, using the time to get myself under control, then I rise to my feet.

I take her hand in mine, then turn to face the rest of the group that’s been growing restless by the second.

They instantly spill onto the porch. My mother comes up to us. She takes Isla by her shoulders and kisses her on both cheeks. "You’re too good for him."

"She is." I tighten my grip on her fingers. "But she’s already my wife, and I’m not letting her go."

"I wouldn’t expect anything else." My mother turns to me, then rises to her tip-toes. I bend my head, and she kisses my forehead. "I’m so happy for you, Liam. You made me proud today. There was a time, all those years ago, when I thought I’d lost you, but seeing you with her, I know she’s brought you back to me. "

I straighten, then shuffle my feet. "There’s something I need to tell you, Ma."

A strange look comes into her eyes. "Later. There’s time for that later. Right now, I want to enjoy my new daughter-in-law and this version of my son that she’s gifting me." She steps back and then Nadine is there.

She hugs me, then kisses Isla. "I’m so happy for the both of you." She sniffs.

"I’m happy, too, Ma." Isla hugs her back.

She steps back, and the rest of the Lymington Knitting Club members surround us. They congratulate me and hug Isla. When it’s Wilma’s turn, she narrows that gimlet-eyed gaze of hers on me. "Took you long enough." She sniffs.

"I’m here now."

"About time." She glances from me to Isla, then back at me. "You take good care of her now, you hear me?"

"Yes, ma’am." I resist the urge to snap off a salute.

"Also, I’m pleased to say, you are now an honorary member of the Lymington Knitting Society."

I bow my head. "It’s my honor and privilege that you’ve accepted me as one of your own."

"You do realize, this means you’re going to have to learn how to knit?" Isla chuckles.

"Can’t say I’ll be good at it, but if that’s what you want. Also, I think I know one more person who’d fit right in. Someone who enjoys knitting as a means to destress."

"Who would this be?" Wilma’s brows draw down.

"A friend who knits to relax.”

I’m referring to Michael’s brother Christian, who I’ve met a few times in my business interactions with the Sovranos.

Wilma harrumphs. "It’s time for lunch." She steps back and heads for the door. The rest of the Knitting Club take their cue from her.

Dorian, who I hadn’t even noticed earlier, blocked by the wall of the Knitting Club, walks over and grips my hand in a bone-crushing handshake. "Welcome to the family."

"That wasn’t too bad, was it?" I lead her up the steps to our home. Our home. I’ve always thought of this as her home, of course, but after the events of the last few hours, it feels particularly poignant to think of it this way.

It feels real. It feels like from the moment I saw her I knew my life was going to change.

This feels monumental… and colossal… and the beginning of something new, something I’ve waited for my entire life.

Something I didn’t even know I was missing, and yet, now that I have her with me, I can’t imagine how I came this far without her presence in my life.

We reach our door and I swing her up in my arms.

She laughs. "What’s this?"

"I’m carrying my bride over the threshold."

"Today isn’t our wedding day."

"Today is the first day of the rest of our lives together."

She looks at me with adoring eyes. "I love you."

"And I love you."

Suddenly, the door swings open, and Malory stands there. She looks from me to Isla. Her gaze widens. She opens and shuts her mouth as the impact of my new look sinks in. Then slowly, her face splits into a big smile. "Congratulations, Mr. Kincaid, madam."

"It’s Isla." She smiles back, then digs her elbow in my stomach.

I cough. "Uh, yeah, it’s Liam. Call me Liam."

The smile vanishes from her face, to be replaced by a look of such incredulity my lips twitch. "Y-y-yes… Mr.— "

"Now that we have that out of the way." I take a step forward, but Malory doesn’t give way.

"Uh, Mr. Kincaid, you should know that—"

"Whatever it is, it can wait."

"But—"

"Later, Malory."

She looks like she’s about to protest, but I’m already moving forward, so she steps aside. I stalk past her, heading for the stairs before I’m interrupted.

"There you are," a new voice says.

I turn and stare. "What are you doing here?"