“I missed my boys,” she says, pulling us into a hug. I kiss her, my desire for her builds and builds whenever she is out of town. “I’m done traveling for a while.” After playing with the Seattle Symphony for three years, her music career took off. Since then she’s played at Carnegie Hall, has since traveled the world with an orchestra, and even recorded an album.
“You feeling okay?” I ask, taking her bag, and pressing my hand to her full belly.
“Tired, and just so happy to see you both.” She leans down and kisses Matthew. “How was fishing with Daddy yesterday?”
“Great. Grandpa even caught a salmon. Daddy took a picture.”
“That’s great, can’t wait to see it.”
“Daddy says I can go again next weekend.”
“Can I come too?”
“Course,” Matthew says. “But will you get sick like Chum?”
I smile at Alice and ruffle Matthew’s hair. ‘Mom’s five months pregnant now. Hopefully, she’s past the morning sickness.”
“Chum never got past it,” Matthew laughs, and he’s right. Our mutt is twelve now, and in his old age, he seems to have only gotten more nauseous on the water. God knows he fights through it though, wanting to be on the boat every chance he can get.
Several years ago I bought a fleet of boats and started my own fishing business near our home in Anacortes, Washington. We are close enough to Seattle that Alice can get there when she needs to for work, but I’m still close enough to smell the Alaskan ocean water as it travels through the Sound.
In the car, driving home, I hold tightly to Alice’s hand. I look in the rearview mirror and see Matthew sleeping soundly in his booster seat.
You’re right, you know,” she tells me.
“About what?” I ask.
“About being past the morning sickness.”
“I’m so glad.” I squeeze her knee, wishing I could pull over and make love to her on the side of the road. I missed my baby so damn much.
“Yeah, and you know what? I’m in a new phase of the pregnancy now.”
I raise an eyebrow. “Oh, yeah? And what’s that?” My cock is immediately hard, remembering the sex dreams she started having mid-way through her pregnancy with Matthew. She’d wake up, horny as hell, and start grinding on me, always wanting more. It was fucking paradise.
She licks her lips. “I spent that entire flight desperate for you... for your fingers in me... getting me off...” She exhales slowly. “See, I’m already hot and bothered.”
“Good thing I got us a sitter tonight then,” I say with a grin.
“Aiden, you know me so well.”
“Since the first day we met, I’ve always known what you needed.”
“It’s true,” she says shaking her head. “There is nothing make-believe about the way you make me feel. That is real.”
I pull her hand to my lips, kissing her soft skin. “We are real.”The Perfect Old-FashionedMix together –– but not too slowly…
It’s best when there’s instant chemistry!1 sugar cube –– an innocent virgin works best
2 to 3 dashes bitters –– an untamed mountain man if you can find one
2 ounces rye whiskey –– the stronger the better, just like our alphas
1 cherry to garnish –– an unpopped one will taste the sweetestHis Old FashionedChapter OneLeviSin City is hell on Earth. And it's the last place I fucking belong. Especially in the height of summer.
I've only been here for an hour and already all I can think about is my cabin in Tahoe, tucked in the woods; the one I built with my own damn hands. I chopped down tree after tree, then put them in place, notching the logs one at a time.
It's what I call my own paradise. I have no use for these high-rise casinos around me, hotel buildings that stretch to the sky. Give me a mountain view any day over the glittering lights of the city.
It's late by the time I find myself standing at the front desk at the Millennium, waiting to check into my room. I know soon enough I'll see my brother, Luke, and his dumbass college friends, all of us here for Luke's bachelor party. I couldn't exactly say no to the guy, but right now I'm wondering how in the hell I ended up saying yes.
I roll up my flannel shirt sleeves and then hand over my ID to the desk clerk.
"All right, Levi Lockwood, your room on the 23rd floor is all ready for you. Here is your key card and we hope you have a great stay. As a guest at the Millennium, you have one complimentary drink at the Little Black Dress cocktail lounge on the casino floor."
I raise my eyebrows. Little Black Dress? I'd rather lose a hundred bucks at a slot machine than walk into an establishment with a name like that.
Throwing my duffel bag over my shoulder, I walk away, key card in hand. As I do, I see a woman that stops me in my tracks. Her waist-length blonde hair swishes down her back. She's wearing a pale pink skirt that hangs to her knees and a pair of kitten heels that make her legs look so damn good.