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  “Is that so bad?” She looks up at me through her lashes and I ache to give her what she wants.

  “You’re making me wait and I don’t like it.” I lean down and softly brush my lips against hers. “Let’s see how you deal with it.”

  I take a step back and immediately hate the loss of her warmth. But I hate even more that she’s avoiding becoming mine.

  “It’s not that easy,” she says as she fixes her dress.

  “I understand you want Jason to be there and to be okay with it, but I’m not waiting on him to start my future with you.” I reach out and take her chin. I can see in her eyes that I’m right. “He can get over it with you as my wife, but I’m tired of postponing this because of someone else.”

  My hand drifts lower and covers her belly. I know damn well she’s pregnant right now and that’s another reason to push for the date. She might not have taken a test, but she’s weeks late and there’s a reason for it.

  “I know you’re right. I just kept hoping things would change.”

  “Set the date,” I say as I stare into her eyes and she nods.

  “June 7th,” she blurts out, and I smile.

  “Why that day?”

  She shrugs and then her cheeks flush. “It’s the date my parents got married. I thought it might be good luck.” She shrugs as I pull her into my arms and kiss the top of her head.

  “I think that’s perfect.” My hands move to her ass and grip her there as her hips push against my hard cock.

  She spreads her legs and pulls her dress up as her panty-covered pussy rubs up and down my hard length. Her breath catches and I know she’s close to the edge. Since she’s given me what I want I’ll give it to her.

  I release her and get to my knees. I yank her panties to the side and bury my face in between her thighs. She moans, but when I look up at her she puts her own hand over her mouth as my tongue finds her clit.

  A few quick licks and her body tenses as her orgasm rolls through her. I can hear her muffled cries as I drink down her sweetness and try desperately to ignore my own need. I don’t want to fuck her here, but I needed to stake my claim.

  When she’s finished I clean her up with my mouth and then put her panties back into place. I stand up and then make sure her dress is covering her as she falls into my arms.

  “Now I need a nap,” she laughs, and I kiss her lips.

  “I want nothing more than to crawl into bed with you,” I say, rubbing my nose against her. “But I’m going to have to tuck you in and leave because I’ve got a meeting.”

  “Don’t you have enough money already?” she says, laughing at her own joke.

  “You get sassy when you cum.” Her cheeks turn pink at my words and I slap her ass. “I’ve got plenty, so whenever you’re ready to give this up you let me know.”

  Her eyebrows pull together in confusion and she opens her mouth to argue with me. I put a finger over her lips to silence her and shake my head.

  “You can pretend all you want with everyone else, but I know your heart isn’t here.” I take a step back from her and then hold her hand in mine. “We can talk about this later. I’ve got to call the dean and then go to work.”

  “The dean?” she squeaks at me as we walk out of the room and into the hallway.

  “You think I’m going to let your professor get away with his behavior?” I shake my head. “It’s like you don’t even know me.”

  I wink at her and she rolls her eyes, but she doesn’t try to stop me as we leave.

  By the time we get home and I have her tucked into bed, I’m late. I shake my head when I think of her mouth and what she did to convince me to stay. Although I have to be honest with myself because I didn’t fight her too hard. I’m so distracted by the way she looks at me that time has no meaning and I’m lost to her.

  I try to shake thoughts of her naked and wet in our bed out of my head because otherwise I’ll get back in my car and go home. That’s what I’m hoping I can do after this meeting is over. But it’s important enough to pull me away from her, so I need to see it through.

  I walk into the hotel and the concierge directs me to the ballroom down the hall. When I get there I see there’s a table set for two and I walk over and take a seat. I’ve rented out the neutral space as a peace offering and I’m hoping that today we can come to an agreement.

  It doesn’t take long before the door opens and Jason walks inside. He doesn’t look happy to see me, but he came and that’s really all I can ask of him at this point.

  I stand up and meet him halfway with my hand extended. He looks at it and shakes it but releases it quickly.

  “Would you like to have a seat?” I ask, and his eyes narrow.

  “I don’t know. Is this going to take a while?”

  “I guess that depends on you,” I say, and he thinks for a second before we take a seat.

  He pours himself a glass of water and sits back, waiting for me to start. I guess I’m the one who called this meeting, so I might as well lay the cards on the table.

  “First of all, thank you for showing up. I thought you might not,” I say, and a smile pulls at one side of his lips.

  “Me too,” he admits.

  “There’s a gap between us right now and I’d like to bridge it.” I open my briefcase beside me and pull out the folder. I slide it across the table to him. “I’d like to propose a business deal.”

  He eyes the folder skeptically then looks at me. “Didn’t we try this once before and your firm screwed me?”

  “I’ll admit that my company offered you as little as possible with the highest terms they could think of to try and squeeze you out,” I say, and he nods, unsurprised by this news. “But this isn’t an offer from my company. This is an offer from me.”

  He takes the folder, pulls it to him and opens it up. He scans the first couple of pages and I watch as his face changes from suspicious to surprised.

  “You want to be business partners with me?” he asks and I nod. “What about the company you work for?”

  I shrug. “I want to have the freedom to work when I want and this would allow that.” I take a drink of water and give him a moment to keep reading. “As I’ve said to you before, your previous company was successful, but you needed the experience and guidance I can offer. What you’re doing now is great, but I can help you get to the next level.”

  “And why should I trust you?” he says as he closes the folder and lays his hand on top of it. “What’s to keep you from screwing me over again like you did before?”

  “That wasn’t me doing the screwing last time. And the more I checked into it, the more I saw you may have been right.” I lean forward and look him in the eyes. “It’s time for me to break out on my own and do what I can do best. I can help your company succeed, and you need me.”

  He looks away but he doesn’t disagree with me.

  “Jason, the last time when the deal was offered you didn’t have anyone in your corner telling you what to do. Let me be that person and let me help you. You needed it then and you were too damn stubborn to ask for it and you went under. Don’t make that same mistake again.”

  “Why are you doing this?” He raises an eyebrow and crosses his arms over his chest. “Is this because of Gia?”

  “She’s my reason for breathing,” I admit without hesitation. “Everything I do is because of her. I wouldn’t be sitting here talking to you if it wasn’t for her, but that doesn’t mean that I don’t believe in you or what you’re capable of.”

  “You really do love her,” he says as if he’s just now seeing it.

  “I wouldn’t be willing to risk leaving a job I worked all my life to get if I didn’t think this would be a better decision. I’ve got the money to fall back on if this goes south, but I wouldn't put Gia—or you—at risk.”

  “I never wanted to like you because she’s my baby sister,” he admits, and I nod. “But everyone seems to think that you’re good enough for her.”

  “I’m not good enough for her, but I’m not willing to step aside for someone else to have her.” It’s the truth and I’m willing to admit it. “She’s too good for me, but I know I’ll do everything I can to keep her happy for the rest of her life. She deserves that and everything else she wants. I’m going to spend my life giving her those things.”

  “I think I’m starting to see what you mean by that,” he says and looks away from me.

  I’m wondering if Jason has found someone and maybe that’s why he’s been absent from family dinner the past couple of weeks. It would explain a lot actually and I’ll have to ask Gia what she thinks about it.

  “So does that mean we’re doing this?” I stand up and hold out my hand, and Jason stands up, too.

  “Yeah, I think it means we are.” He shakes my hand and we both smile. I know Gia will be relieved to know we’ve buried the hatchet.

  “We can go over the details next week after I break the news to my employers,” I say as Jason grabs the files and I get my briefcase.

  “Or we can do it over family dinner this weekend.”

  “Perfect,” I agree as we walk out of the hotel. “Just keep June 7th free.”

  “Why is that?”

  “The wedding,” I say, and there’s a brief flash of surprise on his face before he nods.

  “I figured that was coming.”

  When we get outside we say goodbye and I get in my car, I feel lighter already about the decision. This is what’s best for everyone, not only for Jason and me in creating a partnership, but for Gia and her brother to mend what’s been broken. It’s time for her to put all her worries to rest and finally admit to herself what she wants her future to be.

  Chapter Nine

  Gia

  “I don’t like waking up without yo
u in our bed.” Marco walks over to me and glances at the books surrounding me. His sweatpants hang low on his hips and I can tell why he’s upset I wasn’t there. The hard outline of his cock is on full display. My eyes travel up to his chest and I see him smiling down at me. He realizes what I’m doing. I pulled the books out the other day from the box I’d kept them hidden in since high school.

  “To be fair, we already got up this morning. You just happened to go back to sleep,” I remind him.

  He woke me up with breakfast in bed followed by multiple orgasms. I’d gotten to sleep in, but Marco, like most mornings, had gone for a run. He went back to sleep holding me close in his arms after we ate and made love. I slipped out to get the books to take with me to family dinner today. I’m ready to start the wedding planning and I know my mom will be in full-on mother-of-the-bride mode. It will be best to have these with me when we show up since she did help me make them when I was younger.

  “Maybe I want to do it again.” He lifts me from the chair I’m perched in and places me on the giant dining room table. He steps between my thighs and makes the small nightie I’m wearing ride all the way up. It shows I put nothing on under it when I grabbed it off the floor.

  “Nothing is stopping you now.” My hands travel down his broad chest and one slips into his sweatpants to wrap around his cock. I stroke him and he groans as his thick length throbs in my palm.

  “Get it out,” he demands, and I do what he says. I pull him free and push his sweatpants down with my other hand. I barely have him out and he’s pushing inside of me. I moan out his name as he rips the silk from my body because he wants me naked. If it was up to him he’d burn all my clothes, but then I’d have nothing to wear when I left the house.

  I fall back onto the table and look up at him as he thrusts in and out of me. My orgasm comes down hard as I watch his body flex. His grip on my hips is firm, holding me in place and taking what he wants.

  I come undone knowing that I will always be the only thing he needs. I cry out and cum at the pleasure of all of it—not only the orgasm but knowing he’s mine, too. My pussy clenches around him as he grunts out his own release and fills me.

  “Gia.” He shifts and lifts me onto him. I press my lips to his and it’s soft and sweet as he pulls me into his lap and sits down in the chair. “I’m sorry.”

  “You don’t seem sorry about anything,” I laugh, and the feeling of his beard tickles me.

  “Your books.” He places another kiss on my bare shoulder and I look over to see my scrapbooks are a mess. One fell to the floor, but they’re all fixable.

  “Worth it.” I turn to look back at him and I dig my hands into his short hair.

  “We going to talk about this yet?” His hand goes to my stomach and I shrug.

  “As in we need a new place?” I suggest.

  I enjoy giving him a hard time about his condo. It isn't a bachelor pad as I teased before, and my things have made it feel warmer and more inviting. You can tell he only used the place to sleep and shower at best before I was here. It isn't a family home, or at least not what I thought of when I thought of us having kids.

  “You focus on this wedding and I’ll focus on our forever home,” he tells me before giving me a kiss and lifting me. He carries me through the house and I keep my legs wrapped around him as he goes.

  “How do you know about my forever home?” I ask him, and my mind goes to the box where I pulled out the wedding scrapbooks. Now that I think on it, I didn't see the one I made about dream homes. That sneak, he probably went in and took it, but I’m not shocked.

  “My tastes have changed!” I rush to tell him because I can’t remember what I put in the scrapbook. Some of the things in the wedding ones are fine, but some aren't great. Some are so terrible I snapped pictures and sent them to Caroline so she could laugh with me.

  He chuckles as he flips on the shower and puts me inside before taking off his sweatpants. “I’m still finding the perfect spot to put it. I know you want to raise our babies in the same house we retire in.”

  I love the idea of our kids always having their bedrooms in our home and that one day even our grandbabies will be there, too. The home will be filled with so many memories and it will be perfect. Maybe I can talk Mom into rotating Sunday dinners from our house to theirs. I have all these ideas in my head of things I want to do and this only makes it clearer to me what I want from my life. I’m not going to waste it doing something because I think it’s what I should want to do.

  “I’m not going back to school when this semester is over,” I tell Marco as he steps into the shower.

  He nods. He already knows this, and I sigh as he washes my hair. I wash him next and enjoy that we have our own routine now. People are always so shocked when they ask how long we’ve been together and I tell them the answer. With the way we are together you’d think we’ve always been with each other.

  All too soon we’re in the car on the way to my parents’ house and I’ve got the scrapbooks in my lap. I fixed them enough so that no one will be able to tell we practically had sex on them. At least I hope not.

  “Are you going to tell them about the baby?” Marco asks.

  I haven't taken a test, but I know I’m pregnant.

  “You think Jason will be there?” I fiddle with the scrapbook as we pull up to my parents’ house. I want everyone there when I tell them and I’m still sad he missed our engagement. What if he doesn’t come to the wedding?

  “Yes.” My eyes snap to Marco, who’s smiling at me.

  “You fixed it,” I say, and he nods. He wouldn't lie to me and if he’s telling me my brother is going to be here today, then he’ll be here.

  “I did. You know I’ll do anything for you.” I let the scrapbooks fall to the floorboard as I unclip my seatbelt and crawl into his lap. I pepper him with kisses all over his face because I know he’d do anything for me. I love this man so damn much.

  “Gia,” he growls when I start to kiss his mouth and it becomes heated. “I just got your brothers to like me. Fucking you in front of your parents’ house isn’t the best idea.”

  I laugh and give him one last kiss before getting off his lap. He hops out of the car and comes around to open my door. I grab my scrapbooks and we go inside, and I smile when I see my brother Jason standing there.

  He’s not looking my way as I get closer to him and I turn around to see he’s got his eyes locked on my youngest brother behind me. My younger brother is walking up with a girl who looks to be about my age. Jason looks at her the way Marco looks at me and my stomach drops. Jason’s eyes turn deadly as he glares behind me.

  “Looks like today’s drama isn’t going to be about you,” I whisper loudly to Marco. I hold my scrapbooks closer to my chest because I know what’s coming and they already took a pounding today.

  All hell breaks loose when Jason goes for my youngest brother, and I smile as Marco jumps in. I guess that means Marco is one of us now.

  Epilogue

  Marco

  Six months later…

  I can tell her feet ache and I pull her to my side to relieve some of the pain. We greet our guests as they come in and they make the announcement that dinner will be served shortly.

  It’s our wedding day and I can’t think of anything more perfect. My bride is the most beautiful woman in the world and today is everything she’s ever dreamed of. Not only that, but she’s beginning to show and I love seeing her grow with our baby. We’ve been waiting on the moment her belly would start to stick out, but she’s having one of the rare pregnancies where the baby is growing like normal but it’s taken her forever to get a belly. Our friends Caroline and Savannah are showing like crazy already, but it wasn’t until about two weeks ago that she really started to round out. Gia had to have her dress let out three times before today and I was secretly happy each time.

  “Are you tired?” I whisper to her as a group of her cousins pass us.

  “I’m too excited to be tired.” She looks up at me and her eyes are so big and bright. She’s like a kid at Disney right now and I can’t say I blame her. She had stacks of photo albums she’d created since she was a little girl about the wedding of her dreams, and it may have taken a while but she finally got to live it out.