No Magic Moment (Secrets of Stone Book 4) (39 page)
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Authors: Angel Payne,Victoria Blue
Tags: #Romance
Oh, my fucking God.
“How was girls’ night? You’re home much earlier than I expected.” I felt the intensity of his scrutiny. “Everything okay?”
“Yeah, yeah. Everything is great. I’m—I’m just not feeling well.” I hurried into the closet to change into pajamas. “Actually, Claire and I have the same thing.”
“Well, you work in the same office. Maybe it’s in the water.”
“Ha ha.”
I overlaid it with grim weariness. Contrary to that ridiculous old wives’ tale, this definitely hadn’t come from drinking the SGC water.
Michael
H
a ha
?
Never, in the nearly two years I’d known the woman, had she let anyone out of a smartass comment with something like
ha ha
.
I sat up straighter, punching the remote to turn off the football stats show. For a long second, just listened to her rustling in the closet. Her movements were slow, almost hesitant. “You
sure
everything’s fine? Did you and Claire have a tiff or something?”
She giggled. It sounded maniacal. “No.”
“Can I get you something? Ibuprofen? Some crackers?”
“No.” Softer this time. And weirder.
“Is it just your time of the month?”
The crazed giggle again. “Ha!
No
.”
Well, that did it. I swung off the bed, tossed aside the remote, and marched to her closet—
Where I froze in the doorway.
She wasn’t standing in front of her drawers, as I’d expected. I found her crumpled on the flood, in her panties and a T-shirt that read
Wake the Princess at Your Own Peril
. Her hands were balled against her thighs, her sleep shorts twisted between them. Tension dragged visibly on her shoulders and defined her spine. With her back to me, I couldn’t see her face—nor was sure I wanted to, if the apprehension in my gut was an accurate predictor.
This really wasn’t a typical girls’ snit. Not PMS, either. And sure as hell more than a little “bug” she’d picked up at work.
A thousand
what-ifs
rained on me like locusts. What was I missing? Or was this yet another squall threatening to capsize our boat again, something I couldn’t figure out yet?
“Margaux.”
She jerked and gasped as if I’d materialized from thin air. “Dammit,” she snapped. “What?” But in doing so, gave me a fast enough glimpse of her face to spur me to motion.
“Margaux.” I fell to my own knees in front of her. “Sweetheart.” I pushed thumbs against her jaw, lifting her anguished face, running fingers over its distraught creases. “What is it?”
“I—” She twisted her face to the side, eyes jamming closed. “I don’t know how to—”
“How to what?” I spread my fingers, framing her face urgently. “Christ, baby. You’re scaring me. Did I do something?”
She spurted out a laugh, once more pitched with hysteria. “Did you do something? Hmmm. That’s a fun way of saying it.”
“What? Tell me so I can
un
do it.”
She snickered—another crazy burst after this and I’d just chalk up everything tonight to tequila shots that had gone too far—and shook her head. “Nope. Sorry. No undo key on this one, buddy.”
I dropped my hands. “Okay. Not going to guess at this one anymore. I give up.”
“Might be the best idea, stud—because you
knocked
me up.”
Not too much tequila.
The absurdity of the thought, along with the wallop of her words, knocked me onto my ass. Another giggle spilled from her, but this time I didn’t mind. Not one damn bit. On the other hand, there could’ve been nails under my ass that I didn’t mind, either. I couldn’t feel a fucking thing beyond the roaring in my ears, the tumult in my blood—
The jubilation in my soul.
I lifted my stare back to her, speechless with wonder, wild with joy. As thoroughly as she’d awakened my heart when walking into the room, she was a goddamn defibrillator on me now.
“Are…you sure?”
She peered at me from beneath her lashes. “Are
you
happy?”
“You’re not answering my question.”
“You’re not answering mine.” She tangled her shorts tighter. “Are you happy, Michael? Dammit, it wasn’t like I did this on purpose, okay? Accidents happen, and—”
I silenced her by surging forward, smashing my mouth over hers, holding as much of my sudden anger back from it as I could. “That phrase isn’t to be spoken again,” I ordered, “until our little girl spills her milk for the first time.”
A tentative smirk teased her lips. “Little
girl
? You sure about that, stud?”
I meshed our lips together, softer on her now, working the tip of my tongue between the warm cushions of her lips. “A little girl,” I whispered, “with huge green eyes, bright blonde braids, and an imp’s smile of mischief.”
She twined fingers into my hair. “And her daddy wrapped around her finger?”
“Surely.” I grinned. “Because she’ll know she
wasn’t
an accident.” I pressed her back until we were sprawled on the floor, there between her highest heels and her glitziest gowns, the sparkles of the princess I’d fallen inexorably, irreversibly in love with…to depths I could never even imagine, until now. “She’ll know she was brought into the world because her daddy couldn’t get enough of her mommy…and that he never will.”
She sighed, curling a leg higher on my waist as I dipped a hand lower…beneath her scanty panties. Her pussy was an oven, welcoming my fingers with dripping tightness, sparking my desire to the same level as my adoration.
“Just like
she’ll
never get enough of
him
. Ohhh!” She let out the little squeal as I impatiently twisted the scrap of lace, finally tearing it away. Able to touch her without barriers, I groaned from the ecstasy of thrusting another finger into her wet passage.
I needed to claim her. Tonight more than any other.
“I love you so much, princess.” I nipped and licked into the curve of her neck, along the gorgeous line of her jaw. “Will you let me show you how much? With every inch of my body?”
With her head thrown back, her reply was the most arousing rasp I’d ever heard. “Yes. Oh, yes.”
She hooked a toe into the back of my sweats then yanked down hard. God
damn
, I loved her toes. And her fingers. And her lips. And her—
No more list-making. No more thought itself, swept away in the two seconds my cock kissed the air before sliding up into her wet, tight heat.
We rolled into a rhythm that let us gaze and kiss, smile and adore, connect and complete as our orgasms built like embers into fire.
It was perfect.
It was also kind of crazy.
An hour ago, I was a guy relaxing after work with the sports shows. Now, life was completely different in the most amazing ways, like the universe had waved a magic wand while I wasn’t looking.
And wasn’t
that
the key to magic?
It wasn’t moments orchestrated into being. It was the surprise that came from surrendering, believing…
Loving.
And God, did I love this woman. The forgiveness she’d given my soul. The completion she’d given my life. The future I beheld in her eyes. The child she carried in her womb.
The heart she held in her hands.
Yeah. Magic.
The…Beginning
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Book 1: NO PRINCE CHARMING
Book 2: NO MORE MASQUERADE
Book 3: NO PERFECT PRINCESS
Warriors who fight hard…and love even harder.
Book 1: SAVED BY HIS SUBMISSIVE
Book 2: HANDCUFFED BY HER HERO
Book 3: SURRENDERING TO HER SERGEANT
Book 4: A WILDER WONDERLAND—SEXY STORIES OF THE SEASON
Book 5: WET FOR HER WARRIORS
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Book 6: HOT FOR HIS HOSTAGE
Book 7: A WILDER KIND OF LOVE
Book 8: MASTERED BY THE MAVERICKS: COMING NOVEMBER 2015!
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Angel Payne and Victoria Blue became friends on Facebook, thanks to mutual passions for great shoes, good sushi, and the beach—as well as emotion-driven love stories. The friendship turned into a writing partnership, for which they are forever grateful! Both authors live in Southern California with their families and pets.
