Luscious - Lexi Blake Page 0,58

work on the condom. Her knees were weak, but it was a good feeling. She watched as he rolled the condom over his cock.

After they were married she would get on birth control until they were ready for babies. She was going to have them. There was no doubt about that. She wanted a couple of mini-hims running around in the world. Tears struck her eyes as she thought about it. She could have a family again. She could build a life that was good for Macon and their kids. It was everything she’d ever longed for.

“Baby.” His hand came out and he seemed to understand what her tears were about. He didn’t ask her if she was afraid or offer to stop. He guided her onto his lap, settling her down and sighing as she straddled him and started to lower herself. “I love you so much, Ally.”

“I love you, too.” She worked her way down. Despite her arousal, he was still so big she had to move slowly to take him. This was what she needed always. This connection was her real home.

She moved up and down, his hands circling her waist and helping to guide her. She held on tight, pressing her chest to his, her nipples rasping against that dusting of hair. His mouth came down on hers, his tongue taking her in a rhythm that matched his cock.

Every movement brought her closer and closer to the edge, but she didn’t want it to stop. This was heaven. She surrounded herself with him, lost herself in his arms.

She was getting married. Her and Macon against the world. That was what she’d thought it would be like if she ever found her other half. It would be her and her man against the rough cruel world, but even that had softened when she found Macon. She’d realized the world didn’t have to be so bad. She’d found this odd family and she belonged. The world was suddenly filled with possibilities.

“My beautiful girl,” he whispered as he picked up the pace. He was lifting her with every thrust. “I bless the day you walked in here.”

“Best day of my life.” She moved with him and before she was ready, her body was tightening, inner muscles clamping down to milk his cock.

He shuddered and he held on to her as they both went reeling.

She slumped forward, her body exhausted and her mind still for once.

His arms wrapped around her and he held her close. “By this time next week, you’re going to be my wife.”

She cuddled against him. “I will make sure to send your old one an announcement.”

Thirty minutes later she’d ensured that Chef Taggart’s office was a model of cleanliness and perfect hygiene. Macon had an extra pair of pants in his gym bag so they were both back to looking somewhat respectable.

She looked at the door Macon had gone out not ten minutes before. Once she opened it, everyone would know.

Except they already knew. They would just know that she knew that they knew.

Screw it. She marched right out. So what if everyone knew she’d made love to the hottest, nicest, most perfect man on the planet.

The minute she walked out the cheering began. She blushed furiously because it seemed like the entire crew was waiting and they’d popped open some champagne.

She looked over at Macon, who walked toward her with a glass in his hand. “You told.”

He shrugged. “Deena said she was going to get her shotgun if I didn’t make an honest woman out of you.”

“I did you a favor,” Deena said with a smile. “You shouldn’t let a man who makes you scream like that go.”

“He makes pies like he makes love,” Big Tag said with a shake of his head. “Congratulations to both of you.”

Chef Taggart was standing by his big brother. Sean’s wife had joined them. Grace was holding their daughter on her hip and she winked their way as her husband stepped up and held up a glass. “To our very first workplace romance to end happily. No, Javi, I’m not counting that socialite you banged in the restroom. She wasn’t an employee and the entire relationship only lasted through the first course.”

Javier grinned. “But it was a good first course, boss.”

Sean shook his head. “You guys are going to kill me. Let’s turn this dinner into a celebration. To Macon and Ally.”

“To Macon and Ally,” the group said in unison.

“Or should we call you Sarah?” a dark voice interrupted.

Adam