Unchained (51 page)

Not a lot had excited him over the last few years. In fact, until his dad freaked out and booted his ass to an imaginary curb in the Sonoran desert, Finn felt his life was a badly executed remake of
Groundhog Day
. It wasn’t so much lather-rinse-repeat as it was shut up, sit down, and learn from your elders, boy.

But now? Holy fuck. He was genuinely excited and had a head full of plans for making Pete’s a contender in the bar food category of
Diners, Drive-ins, and Dives
.

Food was his crack. Working with it. Eating it. Trying new recipes. Creating unusual flavor combinations and feeding everyone who visited his kitchen until they were ready to burst. In the world of firehouse cooking, he’d paid his dues and worked hard to lock down the skills needed to make huge family-style meals with a bit of gourmet and a lot of comfort in all his recipes.

Pete, Barry, and Barry’s girlfriend, Shelly, went batshit over his chicken enchiladas and firehouse chili. That was when he knew for sure an unexpected chapter in his life was his for the taking.

Turning up the volume on one of his favorite jams, Finn tooled down the highway in his brand new F-150, adopted a country-boy drawl, and belted out “Smoke” by a gritty Southern band he’d never heard of three months ago. That was how much his life changed.

As he sang, his mind took a detour when the lyrics led him over and over to thoughts of Remington Bisset.

Damn. The woman gave him an itchy rash. Like all over. A full-body itch he preferred not to scratch.

With hair so black it made the night sky jealous and a smoldering bitchiness begging to be tamed, she
was
smoke. The kind that could kill a man if he wasn’t careful.

Asking her out was sure to be an insanely dumb move, and considering what a shitshow he made of his life over the last year, the thought wasn’t very comforting. Insanely dumb moves were his trademark. When people thought of him, the first word springing to mind was troublemaker followed in close second by dumbass.

Taking Remy along as his date for the celebratory dinner Pete planned for the handover had trouble and dumbass written all over it.

Still, she was an itch. Sure, he couldn’t claw his way out of the curious attraction he felt for the ornery know-it-all, so making things worse by pulling her in was about as dumb a move as any previous one he had.

He snickered remembering the outrage on her face when he told her to dress like a girl. Rubbing a hand across his chin, he recalled the face slap she’d delivered. One he totally asked for. Taunting her about being a tomboy and not a real woman turned out to be Remy’s line in the sand.

What would she do tonight? He doubted she was going to fall in line because he said so. And good for her! No way should a woman as fine as her be taking shit from any man. Especially him.

Wow. Now, he was really looking forward to the evening’s plans. Not only was he about to own a bona fide western saloon, but he also had the promise of a few hours of neutral territory in which to get further under the enigmatic woman’s skin.

Good times!

Stephanie had a bad feeling the second her eyes opened. Not about the baby. Her baby was fine. Nope. This was something else. Something deeply troubling—a vibe she picked up that started a steady drumbeat of anxiety inside her.

Rolling to the side, she scooted closer to Calder’s sleeping form and snuggled against him. Just knowing he was by her side gave Stephanie a warm, comforting sense of peace.

She smiled against his arm. He’d been beyond wonderful last night. After the turmoil their baby announcement had caused, they’d snuck away, holed up in their guest suite inside the huge hacienda, and shut out the rest of the world.

Filled with wonder and unabashed delight, she was overcome with happiness at the miracle they’d created. And Calder? Oh, lord. The man was having a hard time staying cool.

Never in her wildest dreams had she ever imagined a time when they’d curl up together on the sofa and marvel over the prospect of a tiny life, growing inside her.

Making love within a cocoon of surprise, joy, and absolute wonder, he’d expressed with his body all the emotion he had for her and their unexpected family.

It was … magnificent.

“I can hear your dirty thoughts, madam,” her handsome hunk of man candy drawled sleepily. “Kind of hard to sleep when shouts of ‘Ride me, cowboy’ keep interrupting my Z’s.”

Even half-awake, he was pretty damn adorable.

Softly laughing, she hugged his arm and teased him quietly. “That was some ride, Moondoggie. I give it a nine-point-five for creativity.”

“Creativity?” he asked with a stifled yawn.

“Yep, shugah. Creativity. Not every man can perform an impressive hang ten and follow up with a double down ride that this cowgirl especially enjoyed.”

He chuckled and pulled her on top of his warm, hard body.

Hmph.
Correction
, she thought with a thrill.
Make that very hard
.

Jerking her legs apart, Stephanie straddled her hunk of burning love and levered upright until she was sitting astride him and unashamedly wiggling. Arching her back, she stretched out some morning kinks. Grinning down at him, she gathered her hair into a thick tail and twirled it together to make a loose, unpinned bun.

“Something tells me you mean business.” He snickered with real amusement. “Whenever you gals get a bun going, shit’s sure to get real.”

“Yes, well,” she griped with a snarl, “that stupid doctor tried to ruin all my fun. Sheesh!” she crowed with a disdainful growl. “Easy does it on the morning rides?”

Calder let loose with a genuine laugh. Fondling her breasts while a wicked grin spread on his face, he shrugged off her complaint. “I don’t think she realized what a true cowgirl you are, Duchess. And besides, I kind of liked the suggestion of getting a little cart.”

“Trotting along in a buggy is not the same as feeling the horse between your legs.” She mimicked the up and down undulation of riding. When he groaned, Stephanie ground to a stop and made a face.

“Well, darlin’, if a morning ride is that important to your well-being, I suppose,” he drawled smugly, “that if you absolutely insist, I will play the part your stallion can’t.”

She fell on him with a laughing kiss, grabbing his face in her hands and taking glorious advantage of his sexy lips. “I suppose I could manage,” she told him with devilish delight.

“Need any help getting situated? In the saddle, I mean?”

“Aw, shugah darlin’, I think I got this.” Rising up, she reached between them and found his hard length. His soft grunt sent tingles along her nerve endings. Enjoying the tactile reminder of the pleasure headed her way, Stephanie stroked him slowly, swirled her thumb on the lovely plump head of his cock, then guided his body into perfect alignment with hers.

“Ease down slowly, darlin’.”

Her body captured his and sucked him deep in a slow slide that ended with her purrs of delight and his growling response. It felt so good; she bumped and ground through a series of Circle C’s that made her quiver and shake.

“Comfy?” he asked. She didn’t miss the strain in his voice as her daring lover fought for control.

“Oh, yes.” She sighed as chills ran up and down her spine. Being joined with him and feeling the strength of his beautiful manhood deep inside her made Stephanie lose her way pretty quickly.

With his thumbs abrading her nipples as he cupped the swaying globes in his big hands, she started moving. Instantly, a flood of wet desire poured from her.

“Jesus, honey,” her lover moaned. “Gonna be a short ride, huh?”

Stephanie’s head started swimming, and every muscle and tendon in her body tightened. On each downward thrust, she cried out as his cock penetrated her deeply.

Stephanie clutched at his shoulders as the ride took off. His hand slid between them and began plucking at her clit. Rubbing the wet nub in slow circles sent her hurtling higher and higher.

“Look at you go,” he husked with a sexy vibe of pride as she rode him with sensuous abandon. “Ready to gallop?”

“Please,” she begged as the need for more and harder made her movements frantic and inconsistent.

“Hold tight, Duchess,” he told her as he took hold of her hips and began bucking as she clung and absorbed the deeper strokes.

They found a devastating rhythm that she rode with fierce determination. At the exact moment when an orgasm couldn’t be denied any longer, he slammed her down onto his rigid length and held her in place.

His cock swelled, and Stephanie moaned loudly. Feeling him pulse inside her was what sent her into the stratosphere. Throwing her arms wide, she hung there on the edge for a few seconds and then fell apart as a powerful climax blanked her mind.

“Freehand,” she heard him murmur as she jerked and quivered, her head thrown back and arms open wide.

Collapsing like a puppet whose strings were cut, she folded onto his wide chest and lay there shaking for a long time.

“And that, folks”—he chuckled softly—“is how two grown-ups make a baby.”

T
ORI MOVED THROUGH
the morning on autopilot. She felt like absolute shit; she hadn’t slept but a wink and had nothing left in her stomach after puking herself into a ball curled up on the bathroom floor.

If not for the baby, she’d still be in a fetal position, eyes squeezed shut against the ever-present reminder of the awful scene last night with Draegyn.

A vasectomy.

My god. Tori was so horrified by what he’d done that she secretly wished Carol had been an affair and not a doctor. At least with an affair, she could fight back. This? This was another thing altogether.

They had barely kept it together for a year. The sad realization didn’t help her frame of mind.

Switching on the TV, she brought up a news channel and settled down with Daniel for his mid-morning feeding. Her frayed nerves soothed when her son snuggled close and stared up at her with his startling blue eyes as he worked on the bottle.

At least, she had this. This one perfect part of her husband created during a time when their love affair had been intense and too hot to handle.

“Breaking news update from our reporter in Paris. Go ahead, Nic.”

Tori looked up at the TV screen. Jeez.
Now what
, she wondered. Watching the news story unfold hit her like a speeding freight train, and she couldn’t shake the feeling that Justice was somehow connected.

Around lunchtime, her mom rang and announced she was coming by in a little while. From her sharp tone, Tori assumed she was about to get the third degree. There’d been so much tension between her and her only parent that she knew it was up to her to end the subtle scrimmage.

There was no use in making up stories or pretending—this was Justice, after all. Everyone and their cousin’s best friend would know she kicked Draegyn to the curb before the dinner bell rang later this evening, so she decided to lay it all out and let the chips fall where they may.

That was when she remembered one small detail she’d practically forgotten. Her mother was pregnant.

How the hell did such a thing happen
, she wondered.
I mean
, she thought,
the mechanics are hardly a mystery but pregnant?