Big Bad Boys A Romance Collection - Penny Wylder Page 0,31

roll her over and pull her in for a long kiss. “Did you just want to surprise me?”

“Maybe.” That coy grin widens. God, she’s sexy when she’s holding something over me. It’s why I can’t complain, even when she does keep secrets on occasion. They always turn out to be great secrets.

“You’re a terrible liar,” I tell her.

“Bullshit.” She licks my lips, then nips at the lower one, playfully. “You just know all my tells.”

“Maybe. Now tell me what this is all about.” I lift a brow.

She searches my eyes for a drawn-out, quiet moment. Then, without responding, she slides a hand under the pillow. Withdraws it and hands me something.

It’s a tube. A slim one, white plastic, just the right size to fit in my palm. My heart skips a beat, already guessing… But I have to turn it over to be sure.

Sure enough, it only takes one glimpse of the bright pink little plus sign on the white stick to set my heart skipping over itself again. “Ashley…”

“I’m pregnant, Damon.” Her eyes sparkle, tears of happiness glittering at the corners. She’s holding her breath, waiting to see how I react. But it takes me longer than I expected to catch my breath, because holy fuck.

I never expected this. Never expected that my life could feel this way. So perfect, so… complete.

When I don’t reply for a moment, Ashley bites her lower lip, face crumpling into concern. “Are you okay?” she whispers.

“Okay?” I choke out. Then it all hits me. This is real. I catch her in my arms, pull her so tight against me that I can feel every inch of her body against mine. “Okay? Ashley, I’m fucking amazing. I can’t believe this.” I draw back just far enough to see her face, to see that beautiful, sexy smile as she bursts into relieved laughter. Then she’s crying, and I’m kissing away the tears, and we’re both laughing, breathless with excitement, with joy. “I can’t believe you,” I finally whisper against her ear, holding her close. “You are so fucking perfect. I never imagined I could feel this happy. That life could be so perfect.”

“And to think, just six months ago, we met as enemies.” She smirks at me.

I shake my head and kiss that damn, sexy smirk off her mouth. “We were never enemies, Ashley. Just two pawns in a game who needed to learn how to take control.”

“Now we have.” She smiles into my kiss.

“Now we’re in charge. And life is only getting better from here.” With that, I roll sideways and pull her on top of me, both of my hands going to the flat plane of her belly, to smooth over it, my fingers exploring every inch of her. “Now, Ms. Marrón, mother of my future child…” The words alone set off a flare in my veins, a spark that threatens to engulf me. “How shall we celebrate your newfound status?”

She grins and wiggles against me, her hips digging into mine, making my cock begin to stiffen again. “I have a few ideas…”

“I do too,” I say, lifting a brow and smirking up at her. “This time, it’s my turn to lead.”

And as I roll over on top of her, the room whirling around us, her laughter filling my ears as we heat up the bedroom, I swear, I have never been happier. Because deep down, I know what this means. Ashley, her pregnancy, our future. This changes everything. Solidifies it. Makes it realer than before.

Today is the first day of our forever.

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Contents

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

1

I flick through the Pornfix selection until I find my favorite go-to. This one is particularly hot—two huge guys, both with 10” dicks, thick ones to boot—spit-roasting a buxom blonde girl. As usual, I’m picturing myself in her shoes, naked and on all fours between two hot-as-hell hulks of men, who are about to do whatever they please with me.

It doesn’t take long to get my panties damp and my clit aching.

I kneel