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  “That’s it, baby. Come all over my dick. Yeah, scream my name just like that,” he growls, speeding the slide of his now shuttling cock.

  I’m still coming down from the intense pleasure when I feel Cage shift down a little and then push home in one hard thrust that sends my tremors straight back up to an explosion that has me screaming and pumping back at him.

  It feels so right, so perfect, as his large girth fills me that I can’t stop from using him to keep the pleasure streaking through me from going higher.

  It’s one long, hard orgasm from there on out as he starts thrusting and pulsing into me. I feel his heat, see his pleasure, and I can’t help but want more as I grab his ass, spread myself wider, and pull him as deep and hard as I can.

  This, oh God, this pleasure, the rightness, the pure and absolute knowledge that I was made to fit him perfectly has my climax strengthening more as he starts pushing in harder, faster, his thrusts going sloppy and desperate.

  We’re kissing again, a wet, uncontrolled melding of lips and tongue, when I feel him stiffen and swell inside me.

  What I feel as his release hits my walls is an implosion that shatters me to the core and has me coming so hard and intensely, I see stars as my sex clamps down and sucks harder, refusing to let him go.

  When I finally stop and feel my body go liquid, it’s to see Cage looking down at me with a satisfied smirk and a growl of pleasure when I ripple in the aftermath.

  “Tell me you don’t need that as much as I do, Luci. Tell me you can walk away from this so easily.”

  I can’t say that because to even utter those words would be a lie, so instead I just stare up at him and enjoy the afterglow of one of the best climaxes I’ve ever had.

  “I didn’t think so.”

  His lips are tipped when he finally pulls out with a groan of regret and falls down beside me to take me into his arms and pull me closer, spooning me.

  “We need to talk.”

  It’s the last thing I hear as I let the tension of the day’s events drain away and allow sleep to fall over me.

  Chapter Ten

  Mine

  Cage

  Her even breathing lets me know she’s asleep and dead to the world moments after sharing the most intense lovemaking I’ve ever felt. Not even the night I took her virginity can top the strength and intensity of what I felt, and believe me, that should have been damn near impossible since I came so hard that time that the condom split under the force of it.

  At that point in my life, being who I was, I thanked God when Luci told me she was on the pill and we were fine, but as I lay and hold her and think about all I’ve done and how wrong I was then, I wish like hell she’d been unprotected and my sperm had taken root.

  Not that I can maintain the wish when I trace a hand over our babies and feel her hard belly beneath my palm. I wouldn’t change this for anything.

  This is all mine now, and while I’m shit scared of what’s to come and the thought of simultaneously raising four babies, I’m also so happy and excited at the prospect of being a father that I don’t know what to do with myself.

  I’ve got her now. I have to because I can’t go on another day without her in my bed. Just as I’m thinking about the logistics and going over my plans for the upcoming week in my head, my phone beeps and I reach over to the floor gingerly to grab it before it can start ringing and wake Luci.

  “Yeah?”

  “She okay?”

  Woody’s concerned voice brings a smile to my mouth and I can’t resist squeezing her tighter to my chest as I look down at her and feel my heart thud.

  “She will be as soon as she wakes up and I tell her we’re getting married.”

  Woody is silent for long seconds and I’m on the verge of telling him to screw off, as Luci always says, when I hear him let out a relieved sigh and almost see him grinning.

  “About the babies…”

  “They’re mine and I don’t give a shit what anyone else says, so you may as well stop there, buddy. I love her and she loves me, I know she does, and we’re going to raise our babies together and be a family, no matter what I have to do to make it so. Don’t say another word or I’m hanging up,” I warn when he tries to cut in.

  “You’re willing to raise—”

  “Mine. They’re mine and so is she.”

  “She know that?” he chuckles.

  “She will. Now, you calling to bug me for a reason or is this just another ‘Woody coming to the damsel’s rescue’ moment?” I tease, loving the way that Woody, no matter what, always has his mind set on comforting and coddling women.

  The man may be a complete whore, but he’s got a heart of gold and enough drooling women who are more than willing to adore him, even after he’s done with them, to prove that he’s a decent person.

  “Fuck you. I called because your father showed up here this afternoon when I got back to the office. I had to pull Jack off him at one point when the old fuck started mouthing off, but I managed to get him out in one piece and even took the letter he was bringing in in case you refused to see him in person.”

  My relaxed stance disappears in a moment and I feel my body go tense as anger and disdain fill me at this news. Leave it to my Goddamn parents to sweep in when I least need them to and ruin my freaking moment.

  “I’ll get on it tomorrow when I come in for the morning. Is Jack back full time now or what?”

  I sure hope so since I intend to take paternity leave after wrapping up the deals I’m in the middle of. Luci is going to need me more and I will be here for her every step of the way.

  “Yes, Daddy, so don’t even stress about the time you’re gonna need. Besides, you can still run some of your stuff from home if need be. Now, the letter?”

  “Keep it for now. I’ll get it tomorrow at breakfast. I’m going to bring Luci to the office with me while I wrap some stuff up. Do me a favor and make sure security keeps them out if they come back.”

  “Sure thing. Now get back to your woman and relax. Congrats by the way. I’m happy for you and Luci.”

  “Yeah, man. Thanks. I’m stoked, too.”

  We ring off and I go back to holding Luci and thinking for the next hour or so before the need for food and movement drags me away from her. I can never sit still for too long after I’ve been in contact with one of my parents, and though it’s only now been through a phone call I still feel that restless energy course through me as I pull on my underwear and pad softly out of the room.

  Cooking is not my strongest suit, but I do okay, and it gives me something to do while I go over what they could possibly want now. My parents were almost broke by the time I inherited my trust fund.

  They came crawling to me, all warmth and parental caring, when I got my money and was still too young to know any better than believe they’re irredeemable assholes.

  I was just all too glad to want to believe that the last twenty-one years of neglect and loveless disdain was over, so I ended up helping them some.

  I took a small chunk of my millions and invested for them and they’ve been living comfortably off the interest ever since. I’ve always been good at spotting a good thing and that’s just what happened when I took a chance and put it all into an app that some young punk was developing. The thing took off and reinvented social media and hasn’t stopped growing, so I know the old man can’t be after me for money. They have more than enough to live off comfortably for the remainder of their lives.

  By the time I’ve finished the pasta and grilled some cheese rolls I hear Luci moving around down the hall and turn just in time to see her walk into the kitchen, her step hesitant as she looks anywhere but at me.

  I walk over to her in three strides and pull her into my chest, kissing her breathless before she can say a thing.

  “Don’t start an argument you can’t win, Luci. Come on, let’s eat this fine meal I slaved over and then we can talk about the shit you’re obviously thinking. I have to warn you, though, I won’t take no
for an answer so you may as well settle down and stop planning a move I won’t let happen.”

  “Cage—”

  “Oh, and I spoke to Jack while you were trying to pack and run earlier and he told me Gruff already called your parents, so don’t worry about them finding out and freaking. Your mom started yelling about knitting booties and your father is apparently already planning rugby lessons.”

  That makes her smile a little and I watch as her shoulders lose the tense set and fall as she sits down at the table and takes a deep breath.

  “This smells and looks good.”

  “Good, it’s the only thing I can cook besides eggs that don’t taste like shit. Eat, Luci, and then we seriously need to talk.”

  She obeys with a frown and pursed lips but I see her tension ease further when she starts eating and groans around her fork.

  “Hmm, I love bacon and mushrooms together.”

  I hate fucking mushrooms, but I know how much she loves that stuff so I added them anyway. I’ll soldier through it just to make her happy. We eat in silence, a comfortable one that makes me feel at ease, and I even get her to eat half a roll with the pasta before she pushes her plate away and groans while rubbing at her stomach.

  “I’ll pop if I eat another bite. Stop feeding me more, Cage, I’m done.” She laughs when I go to add more food to her empty plate.

  “You’re eating for five, lady. You need to keep your strength up so they don’t drain you.”

  “If I eat for four I’ll be rolling before long. Besides, you just fed me enough for three healthy people. I’m done.”

  I relent only because she’s right and I myself am having trouble finishing the large portion. As I load the dishwasher minutes later and grab two sodas before pulling her to the sofa, I’m satisfied with her color and the sparkle I see in her eye.

  Luci may not know this yet but she definitely trusts me. I see it in the way she lets me just take over, whereas before she’d have kneed me in the nuts and told me to sod off.

  “Cage.”

  “Luce.”

  I laugh when we both start talking at the same time and instead of being a gentleman and letting her go first, I place a finger over her lips and shush her so I can say what needs saying before she can say some stupid shit about leaving again.

  “You’re not leaving, so you may as well get that through your head right now before we go any further.”

  “But—”

  “And I’m also not accepting any of that nonsense you’ve got floating around in your soft head either, lady. Here’s the deal, Luci. I’m your friend. Now I know that I may not be worthy and I may be an asshole as far as you’re concerned, but you have to admit that I make a good friend. I care about you. A lot.”

  I would tell her I love her again but the last time I let that shit slip out she didn’t hardly say two words to me for over a day.

  “And I care about those babies. Like a lot. Enough to know that if you leave here and go home alone all I’m going to do is worry about you and what you’re doing. You heard the doctor, Luci. This pregnancy isn’t just high risk. You’re so small and they’re so big. You could literally go into labor at any time between a month from now and the seven-month mark.”

  It gives me freaking nightmares just thinking it.

  “That won’t happen.”

  “Why? Because you intend to follow orders to the letter and spend the next three or four months on light bedrest like he said you have to? I don’t think so, kid. I know you, Luci. You’ll spend one day maximum resting and being good and then you’ll be running round the city getting baby things and trying to stay busy so you don’t think about it. Face it, Luci, you’re having quads in a matter of months and that can’t be changed. You need to stay healthy and rested as much as possible and I don’t see that happening if you’re left to your own devices.”

  She has the grace to blush and bite her lips as guilt clouds her face and I take it as a sign of victory, though God knows, the woman is stubborn enough to fight this till the bitter end.

  “You’re staying here.”

  “But, but I need to start getting the nursery ready and—”

  “And we will. Woody already called a buddy of his to come in and see if we can knock down the wall between the two guestrooms so we can turn them into a nursery.”

  Her brow seems to furrow before her eyes go round and bounce back to mine as the realization of what I just said settles.

  “Here? But—”

  “And that’s another thing. My babies will have my name, so sometime before this week is out we’ll be going down to city hall and getting married.”

  “But—”

  “No buts, Luci. It’s time for you to think about our babies and do what’s right instead of what you think will be best. They need a father and I’m more than ready and willing to be that man. You can sleep on it, but mark my words, by next week you’ll be my wife.”

  Chapter Eleven

  Caged

  Luci

  The sound of squeals and excitement penetrate my hazy fog as Cage leans down and plants a wet one on me just before he strides towards the door to let the girls in as he leaves for an emergency meeting he couldn’t put off.

  I can’t say how any of the last four days really happened, but one thing that I do know is that I’m married, my husband is a tyrant, and my friends have all turned against me in the worst way.

  We got married two days after he announced his intentions and I have to own the fact that I wanted to cry my spoiled heart out when he brought me a white dress and I ended up married in a way that makes my inner Cinderella weep in misery.

  “Hey, married old lady. How goes the married sex seeing as you’ve turned into a McMansion overnight with those four bruisers in you?”

  “Shut up, Indie. You try looking sexy when you’re rounder than a beach ball and see what that feels like.”

  I cry a lot. It’s either hormones or fear. For now I’ve fooled myself into going with the hormones, but one of these days I may just crack and have a heart attack because we all know that it’s the fear gnawing at me still.

  “What a whiner. Even Callie the crier didn’t have this much self-pity and she’s just a sad bag of emotions nowadays.” Percy giggles, ducking when Callie tosses a pillow at her head.

  “It’s going to happen to you and I’ll be there with a freaking video camera when you start crying and going all female on our asses, you fraud.”

  “Me? Cry on the outside? When it rains in hell,” she scoffs, bending down to kiss my cheek and rub my belly.

  Callie snorts and follows as Indie and Dot fall into seats and watch me with narrowed eyes. Dot sees my panic and Indie is watching for weakness. Freaking predator.

  “So. You got married without your gals, huh?”

  “Oh Percy, give it a freaking rest already. You were busy with that luncheon at the country club and Cage wouldn’t postpone it another day. Next time don’t schedule things for my wedding day.”

  “It was scheduled months ago. You were the one who booked it!”

  “Whatevs, dude.”

  Like I even care about that. I’m still miserable that I had to call the bridal boutique and let them take my pink princess dress off hold. Never cried that much in my life and I doubt I ever will again.

  “So spill. Was it a shitfest? Did you cry? Don’t bother answering that, of course you did, you big baby. Did he kiss you and make your toes curl?”

  “Duh. You’ve seen the man, right? He could make a marble statue’s toes curl with the way he kisses,” I mutter, thinking dreamily of that kiss and the wedding night that followed.

  He knows just how to touch and kiss and taste to make me go supernova, and apparently he finds me very appealing—thick waist, scary dark nipples, and all.

  In fact, something about me being pregnant just seems to rev his engine and many a night we’ve fallen asleep in the wee hours of the morning after going at each other like rabbits.

  Shees
h, my bits tingle just thinking about that man and his mouth. And hands. And okay, his dick too.

  He’s tall, has big hands and feet. You do the math.

  “Oh would you look at that sex face! Is it that good? Is he that big? Come on, girl. Spill,” Indie yells, starting a chant till they’re all in a feeding frenzy for details.

  I’ve waited years to have bragging rights and I’m not giving that up for any amount of false modesty.

  “He’s hung like a horse, he has long fingers, and that stamina women only dream about. Let’s say I don’t do much dreaming these days,” I crow, smiling so hard I feel my cheek pop.

  That sets them off again, and before I know it we’re comparing sex positions and tongue baths like a bunch of nymphos on the job.

  We’re still cackling two hours later when the doorbell rings and they glance at me askance.

  No one can get up here without a special card and key code, so the fact that there’s someone at the door is just weird. Indie’s up before I can pretend to even try rising and throwing the door open without so much as checking the peephole.

  The sight that greets us all, because yes, we’re leaning over and staring like curious owls, is an older version of the man I love. I’m talking if this guy was just twenty years younger, he could be Cage’s twin brother.

  “Well shit. Would you get a load of that hot fox,” Percy mutters, practically salivating as the man I can only assume is Fred Sr. walks in as if he owns the place.

  “Freddie.”

  Seems I was on the mark to assume my man’s family is a bunch of A-holes, because this guy? Grade A.

  He doesn’t introduce himself, doesn’t even bother to throw out a casual hello. He just throws the name and stands with his back ramrod straight as if we lowlifes will jump to do his bidding.

  “Whoa there, silver fox. Is that any way to come into a woman’s home and treat her? Sheesh, dude, the least you could do is pretend to give a shit that you have a daughter-in-law and grandkids on the way,” Percy huffs, making my lip curl at her as I attempt to sink down in my seat.

  Yeah right, as if a whale could hide in a puddle of water.