ROMANCE: ALIEN ROMANCE: Captured by the Alien Dragon (Alpha Male Alien Abduction BBW Romance) (Bad Boy Shifter Fantasy Romance) (48 page)

“Now, before I go. Prepare a few words love.”

“What?”

She was seriously scaring me.

“It’s a rehearsal dinner honey. You eat and toast.” She started to walk away and said, “Can’t wait to hear what you say, dear.”

“Wait – No. Cara, I can’t.”

She moved across the room and greeted someone else.

I knew one thing for sure. The Shields children would be the death of me. Whether it be the son or the daughter, I couldn’t know for sure.

When Liam finally made his way back to my table, he was severely sloshed. His words were still clear but his actions, they told an entirely different story.

When the time came for toasts, I still had nothing prepared, and all my fidgeting under the table wouldn’t change that.

“Can I have your attention please?” Blake said.

Silence descended onto the room and then he continued.

“Since my beautiful bride insisted on following no traditions we have no groomsmen or bridesmaids. We’re just going to do our own thing tonight. First and foremost, thank you for coming tonight. It has been an absolute pleasure to share it with you. I wouldn’t be here without you all but the real person I want to thank tonight is the woman standing beside me. Cara Shields, you are everything to me. You are the light in my life. You are the wind beneath my wings. You are, every single good thing that could happen to me, and I’m thankful.” He planted a kiss on her lips, and everyone applauded.

“I’m just grateful he’ll tolerate me,” she said, taking his mic briefly.

“Now without further ado, we’re going to start the night off with a toast from Cara’s big brother.”

Liam stepped forward. He adjusted his jacket before taking the mic.

“Is this thing on?” He said deeply into the mic. “I’ve always wanted to say that,” he joked, and a few laughed. “So my little sister’s getting married.” He sobered a little and looked at her. “You know, I still can’t believe it. I look back over all the years we’ve been together, and all the things that have changed but one thing has stayed constant.” He caught my eye from across the room and held it. “Love.”

He turned around to look at Cara. “We haven’t always gotten along. A three year age difference didn’t make us the best of friends, but when it came down to it, I know that no one ever loved me more. We stick up for each other. We fight. We hate each other, but no matter what, I love this little she-devil and I know she loves me too. If Blake is lucky enough to have even a sliver of the love she has for me, he is one lucky son of a gun,” he paused and grabbed a cup to raise as toast. “And he is in for the ride of his life these next couple of years.” Everyone laughed. “Cheers to the happy couple.”

“Here, here!”

“Now we’ll have a word from my best friend,” Cara sang into the microphone.

I approached, cautiously and stood beside Liam. He waited until I stood beside him and then bowed.

“Hey everybody. I’m going to make this short. That woman up there, well, she’s my best friend. I could tell you of the time we pranked Liam or the time we decided that wearing our clothes backward was cool. I could tell you about the countless times she chased after my exes with weapons, but that would just add fuel to the fire Blake already knows exists.” Everyone laughed at my tone. “So I won’t. What I will tell you is this, I want nothing but peace and happiness for her. She has been a star in any darkness I could have lived through, and I can only hope Blake can give her the same love and peace she gave me all these years. I love you girl.”

Cara, who uncharacteristically had a tear in her eye, said back, “I love you too.”

After my toast, they concluded, and Liam in his drunken state tried to convince me he could drive me home. We sat in the parking lot, under the shadows of places the streetlight couldn’t cover.

“God you are so sexy. I can’t believe how beautiful you are.” I couldn’t believe his words. The alcohol had completely changed his previous mood. “You had no idea how bad I want to make love to you Maddie.” He grabbed my face and pulled it close. “You really don’t.”

“So do it.”

He groaned, leaning even closer, “I can’t.”

“Can’t or won’t?”

“Can’t. Until you tell me, you want me.”

I didn’t want to. I didn’t want to admit he was so sexy my panties were already drenched.

“Say it.” His breath tickled my lips, and my tongue darted out to catch it. He planted kisses along my jaw and suck my earlobe, avoiding my lips altogether.

“Ok,” I gasped, shivering under his butterfly touches.

“Say. It.”

He would leave a hickey, and I didn’t care. “I want you.”

He wasted no time, pushing my dress up with one hand and unbuckling his pants. He didn’t bother with preambles or hesitation. He slid into me and pushed into me with a steady pace. I could only hook my feet behind him, following his rhythm, urging him on, and ignoring the stick shift lodged in my back. The
car shook in sync with our every move.

One of my hands reached down to rub my clit, and he took it as my cue to increase his pace.

“Tell me the truth Maddie.”

I whimpered, knowing exactly what he was asking.

“Is she mine? I gotta know.”

Waves of orgasm rippled through my body before long, and I couldn’t stop my mouth from moving.

“She’s yours,” I moaned; back arching, toes curling in ecstasy.

Every sensation was heightened, my muscles twitched erratically around his cock, and he buried his head between my breasts, feeling my heart beating wildly. I wanted to go again, but I could see from under my hooded eyes how angry he was.

“I’m so sorry.”

“Why Maddie? Why?”

“I had to Liam, I had to,” I cried.

“No, you didn’t.” He sat up to button his pants.

“I did! You were going to play football. I did not want to ruin your life. I didn’t want to leave you. I just wanted you to have a future, and I wasn’t going to take that away from you.”

He started the car, so I pulled my dress down hastily.

“Don’t you understand? I loved you so much. I love you so much, I had to.”

Maybe he drove too fast or maybe I was frozen in time, but we were in front of my apartment building before he spoke again.

“You made the decision on your own Maddie. You took my choice from me, without involving me. I don’t know how I can forgive you.”

His words were deep, hollow and chilling. I stepped out, and he sped away. Who knows if I would ever see him again?

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

Two days. That’s how long it’s been since I’ve seen her beautiful face. It took me two days to realize what really mattered. So here I was, in front of her apartment door, the door I will never forget leaving, knocking, praying it’s not too late.

“Just a second honey, let me see who’s at the door.”

She opened to door, dressed and clearly in the middle of organizing Emmy. Her small face held smeared toothpaste and she was clad in only her pajama top and underwear. Maddie’s face was awed, and her mouth hung open in a small circle.

“Before you say anything, know this: You are the light of my world. You and the little girl in there mean the world to me and now that I have you, I will not let you go. I won’t leave this time. I love you Maddie, and I hope you love me too. From this moment forth, we will make it work. We can make it work as long as you love me. Do you?

“I love you,” she said crying.

I pulled her into my arms and kissed her with my entire being. Her tongue was minty, and her body was willing. I would take care of that as soon as the wedding was over.

“Now, dress Emmy in her best princess attire because this is a family wedding and we’re going to it, as a family.”

Maddie had tears running down her face as I walked in and closed the door. Emmy finally noticed me. This time her face was clear of paste.

“Mr. Liam,” she screamed before she ran into my arms. Sometimes soon, I don’t know when but soon, she won’t be calling me Mr. Liam. It’ll be Dad, and I look forward to the switch of titles. Mr. Liam is her friend, but Dad is a name I looked forward to earning.

Tackling Coach’s Daughter

CHAPTER ONE

Tanya’s bedroom was located on the first floor, and Eric Reed was damn lucky that that was the case. Otherwise, things might have gone very differently the night he came up to her father’s large house and banged on the door.

She had been up, anyway. She being a college drop-out mooching off of the great coach Lawson of the New York Yaks while she tried to figure out to do with her meager life…yeah, she hadn’t been getting much sleep for the past few months. Guilt, shame, frustration…

It was two o’clock in the morning when Tanya jolted in her bed, the harsh sounds of Eric’s fists meeting the front door echoing throughout the first floor. Her heart hammered, her palms sweating. She had reached for her cell phone to call the police when Eric shouted. Then she relaxed, recognizing the voice of her father’s favorite running back.

“I deserve better than this!” Eric slurred loudly. “I’m young but I’m the best player on the team, coach! My contract should represent that! It’s respect, man!”

Tanya blew out a breath and shook her head. Normally, she didn’t get involved in her father’s work, but this guy was disrupting her attempt at sleep. Plus, he was going to get himself fired, and her dad wouldn’t want that to happen.

Rolling out of bed, she grabbed the robe from off the back of her desk chair and wrapped it around herself. She strode out of her bedroom, her hands clutching the robe’s flaps over her breastbone. So determined to end this situation in a peaceful and swift manner, she didn’t even think to be intimidated until she was standing in the entryway. Eric’s fists striking the door—making it rumble—made ice shoot through her veins.

She shook it off and walked forward. She knew self-defense—took several classes in regards to it. She couldn’t live her life in constant fear.

Eric was shouting profane things now as she unlocked and opened the door.

He sneered and jabbed a finger in her direction. But then when he realized he wasn’t staring at “Coach,” his face and finger fell. “Oh, um…sorry, ma’am. I…” Eric squinted and glanced around. “This looks a lot like Coach’s house.”

“It is,” Tanya said tersely. “I’m Coach’s daughter. Tanya. Tanya Lawson. Remember, Eric? He’s had the team over here more than once.”

He blinked at her, and then a slow grin made its way on his face. Swaying on his feet, he pointed at her. “Tanya. Right. I’m Eric Reed. Running back. Maybe you’ve heard of me.”

She gave him an incredulous look before rolling her eyes. It was people like Eric that gave his colleagues a bad reputation. Taking a deep breath to calm herself, she slowly said, “Listen to me, Eric. You are drunk, right?”

“Only a little, baby. No need to worry about me though.”

“Right. Of course. But even with that being the case, I know that your agent would want to know about all the grievances you have with Coach, right? He would want you to talk to him about your contracts, right?”

“Yeah, always. And I did. But that money-grubbing asshole said that—that—” Eric burped, gagged, and then burped again. He gave her smirk afterward. “Excuse me, sweetheart.”

Disgust churned within her. She fought past it and continued. “Look, Eric, you need to get sober and talk to your agent for a longer amount of time than you already have. That is your best option right now. Did you hear me? Get sober, talk longer to your agent, and then you get what you want. Sound good?”

“Huh…” He pursed his lips and tilted his head to the side. “That does sound pretty good. There’s gotta be a catch.”

“Just one,” she said, smiling as sweetly as she could, “you have to quietly sit on the porch for a few minutes while I call you a cab.”

“But I already got a—” He motioned behind him to the empty street. “Hey, where’d he go? I gave him money so that he would stay put. Dumb driver.”

“I will call you another cab. Just sit down on the porch, Eric.”

He faced her again, his eyes gleaming as he staggered toward her. “What—what do I get if I obey? Hmmm?” He leaned toward her.