Beauty and the Blitz (24 page)
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Authors: Sosie Frost
Whispered her
love
.
It was a balance I never knew was possible. She understood me—every part of me, even the darkness I tried to hide. That monstrous aspect worshiped her, fucked her, but it abandoned the violence and rage and aggression in the comfort of her arms.
I offered everything that was me to her, and she accepted it.
So did I. For the first time. Not the last time.
I lost myself in her, and we clutched at each other in sweaty, perfect bliss.
“
Cole
…” Piper’s body tightened, and she squeezed her eyes shut. “Please…”
She didn’t have to ask. I was there with her, in perfect sync as our bodies slammed, crashed, and surrendered to each other.
She came for me, whispering her love.
I came for her, but my words choked in my throat.
I had to prove it instead, thrusting hard and deep until that pulsing crest paralyzed my body and slammed me completely against her.
Usually my mind blanked when I came.
Not this time.
This time, I pumped inside her, and I imagined a life where this
bliss
happened every day.
Where I could have Piper. Hold her with me. Take her every night. Wake with her every morning. Let her soothe the beast. Live with her. For her.
Marry her.
Build a bigger family with her.
Live
happily ever after
with her.
She kissed me as I gasped for air. I didn’t pull from her—couldn’t, not while everything in life revealed itself to me in such simplicity and passion I had no idea what was real or fairy tale.
But I knew I wanted it.
All of it.
I kissed her, earning her smile as she brushed her fingers against my cheek.
“I love you,” I whispered. “Stay with me.”
“You asked me that once before. Are you sure?”
“You tell me.” I kissed her again, softly. “Do you think you can handle living with a beast?”
“I don’t see any beast here.”
“No?”
“I only see the man I love.”
Ten Months Later
M
y phone rang
for the fifth time since I put Rose down for her nap.
I answered it with a growl. “
Lachlan Reed
, I swear to God—”
“Just one last question.”
There was never just
one
last question with Lachlan. He was worse than my toddler.
No wonder Dad pawned the rookie off on me. It was like he
knew
the first-round draft pick to the Ironfield Rivets would be as easy to manage as a puppy in a mud puddle.
“The contract says no motorcycles…” I could hear his grin through the phone, like he tried to sell me on his next latest and greatest death-defying idea. “What about dirt bikes?”
“
No
.”
“Really?”
“Your contract is explicit. If you want your ten million dollars; you’re going to behave. No crazy sports. No dangerous vehicles. No extreme activities at all. Believe me, Lach. It’s boilerplate.”
“Okay…what about—”
“
No
, Lachlan.”
“Lemme finish.” He presented the next idea like he expected me to join him in his quest for idiocy. “A jet ski.”
“
No
.”
“Oh. So I guess snowmobiles are out too?”
“
Yes
.”
“Damn. Fine. I’ll sign it.”
“
Thank
you. Goodbye, Lachlan.”
I ended the call but kept the phone in my hand. I gave him fifteen seconds, just enough time for the baby to decide I hadn’t peed enough today.
“
What
?” I answered with all the patience a woman in her third month of pregnancy who hadn’t eaten for a day with a toddler who refused to take longer than a ten-minute nap could muster. “Lachlan, they aren’t trying to stop you from having fun. They just don’t want you to crack your skull open anywhere but the football field.”
“I know, I know!”
He was lucky he was cute—that pesky, swat-him-on-the-forehead brother type.
“Okay,” he said. “What about paragliding?”
I sighed. “And how high off the ground would you be?”
Lachlan thought for a second. “Like a hundred feet?”
“And how high is your vertical jump?”
“…About thirty-six inches.”
“Okay, I’ll make this easy.” I forced a smile. “If I see you higher than thirty-six inches off the ground,
I’m going to eat you.
Are we clear?”
“…
Okay
.”
I sighed. “If you want something to do, why don’t you just find a nice girl to date?”
“Damn, Piper. I’m looking for an adrenaline high, not a castration.”
“Goodbye, Lachlan.”
I hung up again. This time, he didn’t call back.
Crisis averted.
And I once thought I couldn’t be a good agent. All it took was a tough hand, a couple threats, and Rose teaching me everything I needed to know about managing temper tantrums.
Marrying my biggest client helped too.
Our new house in Ironfield wasn’t as big as Cole’s old castle, but I still couldn’t hear the garage when he came home. He said he liked it that way—more room, more space.
It didn’t make much sense to me. After working-out at night, the big teddy bear spent most of his time cuddling on the couch with me and Rose.
I didn’t mind.
Cole dropped his duffle bag in the kitchen and pulled me close.
“Hey, beautiful.” He kissed me, his hand pressing against my yet-flat tummy. “How’s that baby?”
“Doing good.”
“Did you miss me?”
“I’m still not used to you spending all day at practice…” My eyes fluttered closed as he kissed my neck. “But I don’t mind the way you say hello when you get back.”
“I can think of a better way.”
“Oh, really?”
“
Daddy
!”
Cole grinned. “Hold that thought.”
He spun and knelt to catch Rose. She flew at him, but my now two-year-old toddler still hadn’t mastered her brakes. That was fine. Cole scooped her up, kissed her cheek, and earned her squeal.
“
Daddy! Here
!” Rose handed him a book she’d swiped from her bedroom. “
My story
?”
“But I just got home, meatball.” Cole took the book anyway. “Let’s read after dinner.”
Rose gave him a pout—a masterful and calculated look. “
No. Now
.”
“Daddy doesn’t want to read now,” I said.
“
No
.” Rose slammed her little hands on her hips. “
Story
.”
“She’s just like you, beautiful,” Cole sighed.
“We just know how to play you.”
He glanced at her. “Hugs now, story later?”
He drove a hard bargain, but Rose couldn’t resist a hug. She giggled and regaled him with the happenings of her day.
“
A B C D E
—” Rose chattered at him, twisting the alphabet into a rendition of Twinkle Twinkle Little Star before pointing at me with a winkled nose and wicked laugh. “
Lock-In! No
!”
Cole laughed. “Dealing with Lachlan again?”
“
Uh-oh
!” Rose shook her head and mimicked me. “
That
boy
.”
“You guys got a great tight-end,” I said. “But, one day, that man is going to make some lucky woman very…
dizzy
.”
Rose squirmed off of Cole. She gripped his duffle bag.
“
Mess
.” She scolded him and amused herself by trying to drag it across the kitchen. When it proved too heavy for her, she surrendered to the clutter and unloaded his clothes and shoes onto the floor. “
Mess mess
.”
“Never used to have so many people reprimanding me before,” Cole said.
I welcomed him close again, loving the feel of his arms around me. “Never used to have a family before.”
“Got two now, at home and with the team.” He kissed me, his words still possessing that feral edge. “I couldn’t live without you beautiful.”
“You don’t have to. This is our
happily ever after
.”
“No, it’s not.”
He didn’t let me pull away. Instead, his hand rubbed my tummy.
“I finally have you. Rose. The little one on the way.
Happily ever after
means this has to end.” His words warmed, and he held me closer…
“And this is just the beginning for us.”
T
he End
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To My Readers:
Thank you so much for taking the time to read! I’m thrilled to say that I’ll be writing two more sports romances this spring—the next one featuring Lachlan Reed and the third in the series a fun little story with Jude Owens. I hope you loved Blitz as much as I did, because I can’t wait for you to see what else I have planned for the Ironfield Rivets!
To Kelley:
One of these days I won’t be frantically sending you three chapter sections to beta while I scramble to finish a book at 3 AM.
That day was not today.
Thank you for doing everything you do to make my books a success. I <3 you.
To Winter:
I know I was a basket case about this book. Thank you for sticking it out with me, talking me down, plotting, and generally fielding all my toddler-related questions without thinking I was some sort of freak born without a maternal instinct—even though I totally am.
To My Husband:
It occurs to me that I don’t often include you in the acknowledgements of my books. Whoops. I love you anyway.
Forgive me, Father, I am flirting with temptation…
...And so are you.
The priest responsible for my salvation is the man leading me into temptation.
Or maybe I’m the one corrupting him?
Father Raphael St. Lucian shares my desire, but even he can’t fight our twisted thoughts and fantasies. He promises that we will be saved if we confront our lust and resist this dangerous attraction.
But an innocent kiss becomes a forbidden touch, and midnight secrets destroy us in beautiful blasphemy.
What happens when our faith is tested and my most honest confession threatens to break his sacred vow?
How long can we deny the sweetest sin?
Save me, Father, I no longer fear for my soul.
…I would risk my eternity to spend this lifetime with you.
Sweetest Sin
Copyright © 2016 by Sosie Frost
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