Baby Cakes - A Vegas, Baby Novella

He pulled my hair back from my ear and brushed his lips against it as his other hand moved up to cup my breast. “From when I busted your cherry with my big, fat cock?”

“Uh huh,” I breathed as I shivered.

“The ache you’re feeling in your tight, little pussy should serve as a reminder that you’re mine since there was no going back after you let me inside you.” His hand slipped down to cup me, and I let out a little whimper. “And part of being mine is living with me.”

He was making it oh-so hard for me to disagree, but I still managed to moan, “No.”

“What if I double dog dared you to do it?”

I turned in his arms and stared up into his gorgeous blue eyes as I explained, “Sorry. Nice try, but it doesn’t work that way. I’m only required to accept double dog dares from my sisters.”

Chapter 6

Maddox

“Is that so?” I pressed another kiss to the soft skin of Ariel’s exposed neck. My lips tipped up when she shivered again. I was tempted to convince her by making her scream the right answer over and over, but I wanted a more binding agreement than coercing a yes during sex. And, I was doing my best to remind my depraved, lust-ruled devil inside me that she was sore and needed a break. Even though I couldn’t really blame him for being eager for another round of what I was sure was the best sex anyone had ever had.

“Yes,” Ariel said in a shaky voice. I could tell that her conviction was wavering, but I decided to hedge my bets. I wasn’t one hundred percent certain my plan would work, but I was more confident than not. Belle had seemed to be on board with my relationship with her sister, and I knew all about her whirlwind romance with Griffith.

“We’ll see about that, baby,” I murmured. Reluctantly, I removed my arms from around Ariel, then immediately threaded my fingers through hers. I led the way from the living room to the kitchen and up the back set of stairs. There was a landing connecting the front set, before they converged into one set of steps to the second floor. I always liked the idea of being able to reach the upstairs faster, no matter where you were in the house because the kids’ bedrooms were right at the top.

The master suite was situated at the end of the hall, taking up almost the entire right side of the house on the upper floor. With the exception of a smaller room that connected to ours, which I intended to turn into a nursery.

We kept walking until we reached a small alcove with a love seat and an overstuffed chair in front of a large picture window. I dug my cell from my pocket before sitting and tugging Ariel down onto my lap. She snuggled into my chest and sighed when I began to rub circles on her back. With my other hand, I turned on my phone and used my thumb to scroll through my contacts until I found the right one and hit send.

“I wasn’t sure you were still alive,” Griffith chuckled in lieu of a greeting. “Ariel was pissed as hell when she stormed out of here.”

“I can be pretty fucking convincing when I want to be,” I drawled. Ariel smacked my chest lightly, and I glanced down at her with a raised brow. She was frowning up at me but after a second, she rolled her eyes and shrugged. “Yeah, okay,” she grumbled before relaxing back into me. So damn adorable, I thought with a smirk.

“I hope you didn’t call for girl talk,” Griffith goaded. “Because I will hang up right now if you go into any detail.”

“I wouldn’t want to embarrass you when you realize how inept you are compared to me. In technique and size.” Ariel snort-laughed softly, and I narrowed my eyes at her. Girl talk… “You better not be laughing because Belle has over-shared, and you know things about another man that will force me to kill the motherfucker,” I growled.

Ariel laughed a little harder but suppressed it when she got a look at my expression. “I was laughing because I agreed with your assessment of your skills and size,” she replied with a wink. Though her tone was teasing, her eyes made it clear that she meant what she said.

“Damn straight,” I grumbled before giving her a deep kiss.

“As much as I enjoy busting your balls, was there something you needed from me?” Griffith interrupted, making me grunt in annoyance until I remembered why I’d called.

“Not you. I need your wife.”

“Excuse me?” Griffith practically roared.

“Calm the fuck down, dude. I phrased that wrong,” I hurried to appease him. “I meant that I need a favor from Belle.”