Bad Boy's Baby Part 38

Leah giggled from the doorway. I winked at her as she waited for me. Her arms crossed.

"He's supposed to be sleeping."

Busted. "He's getting there."

"Telling him a story?"

"Just making promises." I brushed my hand over his cheek and smirked. "He's bathed and ready for bed."

"I could have helped."

The little guy wasn't sleeping yet, but he would be soon. I edged from the crib and took Leah's hand, pulling her from the nursery and into our bedroom.

"Training camp starts tomorrow." I towered over her, but she was ready for me. Knew what I wanted. She smirked as she let her husband lead her to the bed. "I won't be around as much."

"Like I can drag you away from that kid."

I launched at her, tossing her onto the bed and attacking her neck, her lips, her chin in ravenous kisses.

"Speak for yourself..." I tucked my fingers into her skirt. "What are you going to do tomorrow when all the news crews and press come to camp?"

"The perk of working from home. I have everything coordinated from inside the nursery."

"Oh, yeah?"

She rose up, letting me tug her blouse off her shoulders. "You have an interview with Sports Nation at ten about your new, five-year contract. Then there's a photo-op at the hospital in the pediatric ward after practice. You're only supposed to bring the kids one jersey this time."

"But they need home and away colors."

"You do have a big heart, you know that?"

I smirked. "A lot of things on me are big."

"That so?"

"Need a demonstration?"

She giggled. "Your last demonstration ended with that little baby in nursery."

"And you saw how fun that was..."

Her body was soft, warm, and absolutely perfect. I pinned her hands over her head as I nestled between her legs.

"You know I love you, right?" I whispered.

"You already married me and got a baby, Jack Carson." Leah teased with a b.u.mp of her hips. "No need to flatter me anymore."

"I'm serious." I leaned over her, kissing her, tasting her, amazed by her. "I would do anything for you. Anything. Name it."

"Make love to me?"

"I was already gonna do that."

"Then I'm an easy woman to please."

"And you know I love to watch you be pleased." I kissed her again. "Are you happy?"

"Very."

"How's that grand plan working out for you?"

Leah's hands found mine, fiddling with my zipper. She tugged on my c.o.c.k, watching as I shuddered with every perfect stroke of her hand.

"Married. Baby. Job..." Her expression flickered as I adjusted her legs, pressing at her entrance, teasing her wetness. I pushed inside just to hear the catch in her voice. "Pa.s.sion."

h.e.l.l yeah. I groaned as I pierced inside her completely. "Love."

"Love."

"You know you're nothing like what I imagined for me," I whispered.

"Really?"

I savored her tightness, withdrawing and earning her squeal. "I don't mind being wrong."

"Good." Her hands tightened over my arms. "Cause I'm always right."

"You're everything I want."

Leah's beautiful smile only got me harder. "Me too."

"Prove it." I grabbed her and rolled onto my back. Leah's steadied herself on my pecs, but she knew what I wanted. Her hips ground against mine as she rode me just the way I liked. "Tonight, we prove it to each other."

"All night?"

I f.u.c.ked the most beautiful woman in the world-the love of my life and the mother of my child. What better way to prove how much we needed the other?

"All night long." I held her hips firm against mine. "That's my favorite way to party, Kiss."

The End (You don't have to stop reading! I've included a copy of HARD with this novel! Just keep scrolling for some another super steamy, bad boy romance. Enjoy!) HARD By Sosie Frost A Bad Boy Navy Seal Romance Zach "HARD" Harden was a perfectly sinful one-night stand-a gorgeous, bad boy Navy SEAL totally deserving of his nickname. He wasn't a bad decision at the time, but I've never made a good mistake...even a toe-curling one.

He didn't tell me who he was. He didn't tell me why he found me. And he sure as h.e.l.l didn't tell me he was my step-brother in town to divvy up my estranged father's will-an inheritance that includes a fabulous mansion.

But I can't hide my feelings for him, even in a giant estate. I make Zach a deal. He can stay at the mansion with me until he deploys, then I use my trust fund to buy out his half. One wave of the checkbook and the arrogant player is out of my life forever.

Except Zach is the one man who makes the forbidden seem forgivable. He's s.e.xy. He's charming.

And he's just too HARD to resist.

HARD.

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Chapter One - Shay.

I'd planned to give an elaborate toast at my father's wedding.

It wouldn't have been your normal father-daughter, weepy-eyed, get-Aunt-Jasmine-To-Sit-Her-a.s.s-Down-And-Stop-Taking-Pictures speech.

This speech would have been epic. The kind of story pa.s.sed generation-to-generation by offended, busybody cousins. It would have been angry enough to melt through five layers of lemon chiffon cream cake and so profane it'd ruin my soon-to-be-step-mother's white wedding gown.

It had metaphor. Imagery. Childhood anecdotes. h.e.l.l, I even gave citations.

And I'd need three gla.s.ses of champagne and a shot of whiskey to get through it. But my father deserved to hear it.

Every last word of it.

I stared at the tumbler on the bar. The tiny gla.s.s filled with something harsh and necessary instead of bubbly and delicate. The bartender owed me a favor and cut me a break. I hadn't asked for the good stuff, but she gave it to me. I slipped her a twenty for being cool. There'd be more money where that came from soon.

I knocked the gla.s.s with my manicured tips. I even had my nails done for this circus.

Served me right.

"You got off lucky." I raised the shot gla.s.s to the air. "If they only knew the real you, Dad."

At least my mourning blacks pa.s.sed for scholarly, and the whiskey's shallow confidence suppressed my bitterness. Most of it. After a long day of arrangements, phone calls, caterer confusion-yes, we could still serve cream puffs at a funeral, just send a server around with prayer cards too-I was done. Done planning. Done worrying. Just done.

Especially with him.

In actuality, I had two speeches.

One congratulated Dad on his new life and wished him happiness even if he'd buy what he couldn't earn.

The other condemned him for running out on his family. It reminded him that when he left Momma, he also left me, and the past seven years without him were hard and terrible. Sure, he sent me money. And, yes, he brought me presents. But his wedding was the first time he wanted me in his life-and it was only so I could be part of his new family.

I didn't want to join his wife-to-be and her son in another glorious union or second chance.

I was his first chance.

And he blew it.

Momma warned me about him, especially on my fifteenth birthday when I slid into the brand new Mercedes he bought for me. She said if he couldn't remember how old I was, maybe accepting a present from a man more stranger than father was a bad idea.

She was right, but we needed the car, even if she was too proud to accept it from the man who left her to raise a child with only an envelope stuffed with money for help. Still, she said she liked greeting Benjamin Franklin a lot more than Mr. Darnell Franklin.