He kissed my neck, my lips. I smiled at him. “How are you feeling today?” he asked.
“Fine. You don’t have to keep asking.”
He laughed. “Listen, woman, you got my baby growing inside you now. I’m going to fuckin’ ask when I want.”
I laughed, smiling hugely. I was just beginning to show, a little tiny baby bump in my stomach. He put his hand over it, though he couldn’t feel anything yet.
I kissed his lips. “You’re incredible,” I said.
“Damn right I am.” He knelt down in front of me and kissed my stomach. “And my baby is going to be fuckin’ incredible too.”
I laughed, shaking my head. “Come on, get up.”
He stood and followed me inside, slapping my ass. I laughed as I grabbed him a beer. He cracked it open, grinning. “I got you something.”
“Oh yeah?”
He pulled out a small box from his jacket.
“Ford,” I said, narrowing my eyes.
“Wait.” He dropped down to one knee. “Listen, Caralee. I’m in love with your sexy pregnant ass. I’m going to love you hard, rough, and however you want it for as long as you want it. Be my wife?”
I laughed. “Yes. Of course.” I took the box and opened it, gasping. “Ford!”
He stood. “You like it?”
“Of course I like it!”
The ring was perfect. It was a cluster ring, made of perfect little diamonds. I had no clue how much it had cost, but it had to have been expensive. I slipped it on my finger, and it fit perfectly.
“What’s this for?” I asked him.
“Figured you’d like an engagement ring. We never did do that.”
I shook my head and kissed him hard.
Ford, my man, my badass biker. My husband, my baby’s father. The man was hard as rock when he was with the club, but he was beginning to soften the farther along my pregnancy went.
Soon, he’d be just another dad, cooing and laughing at everything his kid did.
I kissed him hard as he wrapped his arms around me.
We stood like that in the cabin, our cabin in the woods, our little piece of land. Ford would have to build an extension pretty soon, but for now, it was just right.
Everything was just right. The baby, the man, the life. It was more than I could have imagined all those months ago, way more than I could have guessed.
It was love. It was family.
I was the biker’s bride and I always would be.
He kissed me and I kissed him back, kissed him again, and again, and again.
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I’m the mobster’s forbidden bride.
I never wanted to do anything crazy. I’m a good girl, the total opposite of my reality TV star mother.
But in Vegas, anything can happen. Even marrying a rich, handsome stranger.
He has a ripped body and the cocky attitude to match. His name is Lucas, and he’s the dirty-talking heir to the Barone crime family.
I don’t know why he wanted to get married, but I couldn’t stop saying yes over and over again.
And it gets worse.
My crazy mother eloped with his mafia father. We’re one big happy family, right?
Lucas is so arrogant that he won’t let me go. I’m his wife, his step bride, and I’m stuck living with this secret in his family’s heavily guarded mansion.
If his dangerous father finds out the truth about us, we’re totally screwed. With a rat in the mob and the Russians coming after everyone, we’re living on the razor’s edge.
I need to divorce him. I need to stop wanting him. I need to get out of this situation before both our families are torn to pieces.
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Kinged: A Bad Boy Mafia Romance
Prologue
People don’t realize how chaotic real fights are.
I was walking down the street, minding my own business, when a group of bro douche-types spilled out from the open doors of an annoyingly loud bar. One guy in a popped collar nearly toppled into me, and their little crowd was blocking the sidewalk. People were yelling and screaming, girls running everywhere, and the two idiot dudes were flailing around at each other like little kids. Everyone was too drunk to realize how awful they were acting.