“I don't know who you think you are coming into my house the way you just did but you can pack your things and go. Since you've been here all you've tried doing is causing trouble.” Duncan hissed, pushing him against the wall.

  I looked around for Carter but he wasn't downstairs. I went upstairs and quietly looked in on him with their muffled voices in the air. Duncan must've just gotten him to sleep. I returned to the top of the stairs to see them still at each other’s throat.

  “What are you going to do about it? You walk around here like you don't care about anyone or anything.” Thomas pushed him right back.

  “Don't do this,” I whispered, coming down the stairs.

  They were fighting over me, but I didn’t want to be the cause of any drama. I couldn't imagine it and yet it was happening right in front of my eyes.

  Duncan shoved him back harder than the last time and Travis had to get in the middle of them. He kept Duncan at bay.

  “You need to leave and you need to leave right now.” Duncan pointed a finger in Thomas's face over Travis's shoulder.

  “Okay, how about you go into the dining room.” Travis stared at Duncan, getting in his face just to make sure that Duncan didn't go after Thomas again. The way Duncan looked scared me just a little. I knew that he could do damage if he really wanted to.

  “I didn't want to be here anyway. The only reason I came was because Grams wanted me to.” Thomas nudged his way passed Travis and walked outside.

  I watched from the window and saw that Thomas was getting into his car. He took off within minutes and I was sure that was the end of it. Duncan walked out of the dining room and made his way past me. He took the stairs two at a time. I watched him check on Carter and then he went to his own room.

  “You go upstairs and make sure he's okay,” Alicia whispered to me.

  I had a feeling that she wanted some time alone with Travis. I thought that things were going well between them. They barely came up for air during the movie. I went up the rest of the stairs and saw that Duncan's bedroom door was open. I stood there in the doorway.

  “Come in and shut the door,” He told me in a soft voice.

  I nodded my head without speaking. I closed the door behind me and sat down on the edge of his bed.

  “Why did you do that?” I asked him softly, pushing my bangs out of my face.

  “Why wouldn't I? He had no right to talk to you like that. And I knew what he wanted from you. He asked you to the movies to make me jealous. He thought that if he got you away from the house, you would be his for the taking.” Duncan muttered, putting his hands behind his head and staring up at the ceiling.

  I didn't know what to say to him. This is the most that he'd talked about how he felt to me since I'd known him.

  He pushed me against the bed. I fell silent, staring into his eyes as he breathed hard. His eyes were dark, with sadness as well as desire. “I need you.” He said as I felt him pin me with his arms.

  “Me in particular or just anyone?” I pressed as he slipped a hand over my hip. I shuddered, arching towards him as he opened his mouth to speak.

  “It has always been you Ms. Wendy since you have entered this house. I remember each and every moment from the night.” I felt him pull me at the same time he pressed into me, claiming my mouth in a hard kiss. I moaned as he tilted his head, deepening it as I slipped my arms around his neck. Our mouths were still locked together, and we moaned together. His mouth was hungry on mine as he hovered over me, leaving me no question as to what he wanted from me.

  He traced his hands up my bare thighs. I moaned as he gripped the lace edge of my boy shorts, pushing into him. I ripped his shirt out of his pants, unbuttoning it beneath the tie just to touch him. I cried out his name as he nibbled at my jaw, making me throb between my legs. He stroked me over my underwear, getting an instant reaction from me. “You’re so wet, Wendy. Do you want this as much as I do?”

  I nodded and I breathed as he lowered his mouth to my neck. He kissed softly before nibbling at me, though never hard enough to leave any marks. He slipped his hand over my breast, squeezing lightly as I groaned.

  “I need this off,” Duncan warned me as I watched him stand. He moved to lock the door to the room and then turned back to me, his eyes wild with need. He slipped it over my head slowly, careful not to tear it. Underneath, I wore black lace that was sheer and sexy. I had no idea why. I didn’t think that this would happen. I never thought it would again happen at all. He approached me before loosening his pants to let them fall to the floor.

  I gasped as he lowered his briefs, remembering how big he was and my body craved it more than anything else in this moment.

  “I need to feel every inch of you, Wendy.” He leaned down, asking me to arch forward. I complied and he unhooked my bra, pulling it from my body. “Fucking hell. I’ve missed these.”

  He moved over me again, taking one of my hard, dark pink nipples into his mouth. I raked a hand through his hair, needing so much more. His hand slipped underneath the lace between my thighs, stroking me hard. “So wet. You are ready for me, aren’t you?” I knew that he was trying to talk dirty, but his voice was shaking with emotion.

  “Yes.” I told him in a soft voice.

  “That feels good. You’re going to make me come.” I settled for his skilled fingers moving over me, pinching and tugging before I exploded. He slipped a finger inside of me, cursing as my warmth washed over him. “Duncan, please. I need you.”

  He pulled out, spreading me open before him and then slide inside of me. It was done in one thrust and I cried out with the sensations. He drew back and jerked inside, spreading me open so deliciously. I rocked with him once I adjusted, hearing him groan against my neck. I moved my mouth to kiss him and I wrapped my legs around his body.

  He was more muscular but still lean. He fucked me hard as I encouraged it, asking for more. He delivered, thrusting deep and fast as I breathed with him. “So close again,” I moaned as he mumbled something before stilling. We came together and I held him against me, needing this contact.

  Even if I never had it again, I would memorize this moment that I allowed him to take all that he needed from me. He twitched a few times as he finished filling me, whispering my name as he buried his face in my neck. I remained quiet, just holding him. We rested together in silence before he sighed, “I want to stay in here like this,” He murmured as I stroked his back. “I need you more than anything now. I love you Wendy.” He said looking deep into my eyes. There was nothing for me to say. It was time for me to follow my heart.

  “I love you, Duncan.” He kissed me gently on the lips and I kissed him back.

  I wanted it all to fall into place without any complications. It was what I needed at that very moment. He took his hands out from under his head and brought them around me.

  He didn't have to say anything. The way he kissed me long and slow told me everything that he couldn't say with words.

  I didn't know where this was going to take us. I wanted something worth fighting for.

  Duncan came to my rescue and I was able to see the fire inside of him burning out of control for me.

  The road was going to be confusing. There was no doubt about that but I had a feeling that I wasn't just one of Duncan's women.

  The emotion that he held in his eyes before I left was undeniable. The emotion in his kiss and the passion when he fought for my honor was more than I could hope for. I felt a smile come across my face.

  “What?” He murmured.

  “I’m just happy,” I told him, shaking my head and kissing him again and again.

  “Where are Travis and Alicia?” He asked.

  I felt his body tense.

  “They are downstairs talking,” I moaned while holding his gaze a little while longer.

  He could've pushed me away from him and gotten up to go downstairs to catch them in the act. I could only imagine what he might walk into.

  He sighed and shook his head. I could tell he was worried about the two as Alicia was his sister. But she was a grown woman. She could do what she wanted without permission. That was the great part about being an adult.

  I couldn't foretell the future. We would just have to wait and see. As I laid my head down on Duncan's chest, I felt his arms wrap around me fully. It felt good to be held by him. I knew I was important to him and it was good enough for now.

  I could stay forever in this man’s arms and be happy.

  Epilogue

  Duncan

  Carter was getting bigger after three and had a ‘girlfriend’, Crystal. He was going on his first date at 6 years old. He did clean up well and I was a little overprotective even though I knew he could take care of himself. The girl was sweet and cheerful with a lot to say. The nervous energy and being surrounded by the family were more than some people could take.

  “It’s nice to finally meet you after all the nice things Carter has said about all of you. I know we are a bit young, but how could I possibly refuse his invitation to go to a movie. I still think kissing is gross.” She grimaced, but she didn’t stop holding my son’s hand extending the intimacy.

  I stifled a laugh with my hand over my mouth, but Wendy was nudging me in the ribs. I was being a bit rude, but it wasn’t intentional. Grams was doting on the girl sitting beside her in a friendly fashion to get to know her better. It was obvious she was giving her stamp of approval and she wasn’t the only one.

  “Don’t try to corrupt him and I know what goes on in little girls’ minds. I was one not too long ago. I’m kidding. Just go out and have some fun.” Alicia was home for the holidays and had a front row seat to my son’s embarrassment.

  “He doesn’t act like the other boys. They are stupid. Carter is kind and considerate. It must run in the family,” Crystal mentioned with her left foot tapping incessantly on the floor.

  “It’s nice of you to say that, but we already like you. This was just a formality and I hope we didn’t interrogate you too badly. You seem like a nice girl and Carter has always been a good judge of character from an early age,” Wendy said, holding my hand knowing it was hard for me to see him grow up in front of my eyes.

  It felt like it was just the other day we had been playing with his army men. He had grown out of that phase, but he was still a tomboy at heart. There wasn’t a tree high enough that he didn’t want to climb getting a taste for adventure a little earlier than I would have liked.

  Wendy produced a camera and there was a chorus of groans from around the room. There was no way she was going to let them leave without recording the special couple for posterity. She had become quite the shutterbug finding inspiration in practically everything.

  She was no longer considered his nanny. The wedding ring on her finger signified something more lasting. It touched me deeply when I heard him call her mom for the first time. They were still close and had their private time together.

  I made a special effort to teach him the tools he would need to tackle the big bad world. He was only 6, but some lessons had to be learned quickly. He had questions and wasn’t afraid to ask any of them. The bright bulbs blinded them temporarily.

  Crystal was wearing a tasteful dress, white on the bottom and midnight blue on the top. My little man had on a suit and tie making a very important first impression. His hair was perfect, but he was nervous with this forced smile on his face. I pulled him aside and the girls converged on Crystal.

  “Do you remember what I told you?” I asked and stared into his eyes with the loving intention of fatherly concern.

  “Don’t chew with my mouth open. Open her door and pull out her chair. Listen to what she has to say and don’t interrupt. Never take her for granted.” He was reciting everything I had said to him in the past couple of days to get him ready for the date.

  “She needs to know she is the only one that matters. It’s important, but I think you are too young to have to worry about that.” I whispered and ruffled his hair playfully.

  Her parents were outside in the car waiting for them. They must’ve felt intimidated to come in. I could see how the opulence would make them feel awkward. There was no point in making them wait any longer than necessary.

  Wendy had them stand at the threshold to the door. She actually stood on the sofa to get a better angle with the camera in her hand.

  “Run and save yourselves before it’s too late,” Alicia warned and ushered them out the door closing it behind her with her hand to her heart.

  We rushed to the window, throwing open the curtains not about to miss one single second.

  “Where does the time go?” Wendy asked with her fingers locked with mine.

  “Don’t remind me. It won’t be long until he goes off to college. What the hell are we going to do with ourselves?” I questioned, trying to hold back a flood of emotions.

  Wendy brought my hand across her, inching it closer until it was lying on her belly. “I’m sure we will all have our hands full with…twins,” She blurted out unexpectedly and it didn’t fully register until I saw her face was glowing.

  The entire family was shell shocked and my grandmother had a huge smile on her face. My grandfather had died a year ago. It was the cycle of life when one life ended and another one began. I picked her up and spun her around the room. Life was going to get a lot more interesting.

  THE END

  SAMPLE: THE UNEXPECTED ONE: A BAD BOY SECOND CHANCE ROMANCE

  BLURB:

  Life changes unexpectedly when you’re sent down a different path. My life was set in stone the day I married.

  I jumped in when he proposed, ready to support my hard-working man.

  It was just a few months in that I realized he worked so hard, he was hardly around.

  I missed him. I wanted newlywed s*x and sweet things, but he wanted to build a future.

  We were still paying off the destination wedding and I caught him with a woman just a few months into our marriage.

  It was so cliché to have a sexy stranger catch me in his arms.

  But I felt beautiful and younger.

  I knew I was going too fast. But I felt safe with him.

  He never kept anyone women’s attention for more than two nights.

  He’d been a jerk, but I never seen this side of him.

  Could I work through my insecurities from my past?

  Could he find a way to stop running away from me?

  Did the fact that he worked for my brother-in-law wreck the best relationship that I’d ever have?

  ***

  Chapter 1

  Priscilla

  I watched as Jake walked away from our bed, dressed in a suit. He always looked so handsome when he went to work, and I sighed. Since he had gotten a job at another investment firm that was a notch above his old one, he worked a lot.

  We were only married for six months and I barely saw my husband.

  I tried to tell myself that he was working towards our future and this was temporary, but Jake had always been a workaholic.

  I rose and made some coffee, deciding to take a yoga class today. I didn’t work at the office until the next day and I was hoping that Jake would take the day off with me. I took my coffee back to the bedroom, looking at the nearly pristine bed with narrowed eyes.

  I changed into my black yoga pants and a fitted tank top, slipping a sweatshirt over everything. I put on my shoes and made my way outside, closing my eyes against the Spring sun shining down on me. I loved this season. I slipped my sunglasses on and started walking to the studio as my hair blew in the wind. I had something around my wrist to pull it up once I was ready for the class but for now, I decided to let the blonde and pink strands go.

  I heard a few whistles and smiled as I kept moving. It was flattering to hear them since I felt like Jake let our relationship go, but I wasn’t a cheater. I needed to face this head on instead of jumping into anything else.

  I took a long hot yoga class, stretching hard as I pushed my limits. I needed this today and dropped to my mat as class ended, breathing heavily. Now I felt like I could face life and slowly rose to go into the air-conditioned room, taking long sips of water. I dug into my bag as I felt my phone vibrating, seeing Delila’s name flashing across the screen.

  She always made me happy, and I answered as I walked outside. “Hey, sis!”

  “Hi, Silla. I was wondering if you’d like to come over for dinner tonight with Jake.” Delila asked as I shoved my water back into my bag.

  “I’d love to see you, but I’ll be coming solo. Jake is working a lot right now and has some meeting with clients tonight.” I replied as she went silent on the other end. She was with a man who worshiped her though he was her former boss. She moved on to work for herself in the photography in fashion industry and they were living together now and happily engaged.

  “Seriously?” She asked as disappointment filled her voice. “I haven’t seen the two of you together since the wedding, I think.” I thought back to our wedding sadly, thinking how gorgeous the day had been. We’d had a sweet, intimate ceremony and the most romantic day. I was madly in love with my new husband that day and had stars in my eyes, not expecting this as our future.

  Now, I wasn’t so sure.

  “That sounds about right.” I agreed softly, thinking back to the small apartment that I shared with my sister when we came here over five years ago. It was a rough beginning, but it was ours. I’d always cherish it and it seemed like there was more heart in that than living in my upper story brownstone. “I’ll be there. What time and what should I bring?”

  “I am home all-day editing, so anytime. I think we’re making ribs, some vegetables and a salad.” She said thoughtfully as I made a mental reminder to grab one of the cakes that we both loved so much.

 

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