XANDER (The Caine Brothers Book 2) (15 page)

“Bite me,” Xander said, grinning. Having his best friend back made his wedding day even better. Dude had required surgery and recovery time, but like Wrench had said, it took more than a couple stab wounds to kill that fucker.

“How’s it feel to be president of the Huntsmen?” Dude asked.

Following Mel’s and Chico’s memorial service, the club had voted unanimously to usher Xander into the vacant presidency.

“Like a lot of responsibility, but pretty damn good,” Xander said.

“Welcome to upper management,” Hunter said, offering his beer for a toast. “Let me know if you need any advice. I’ve got your back.”

“Gee, thanks, bro,” Xander said. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

“So which brother do you think will fall next?” Colton asked, the glitter of challenge in his eyes as he surveyed his siblings at the bar.

“It sure as hell won’t be me,” Jaxon said. “I like my life just the way it is.”

“Filled with screaming groupies fighting for their turn in your bed?” Colton asked.

“Hell yeah,” Jaxon said.

“It’s not going to be me, either,” Colton offered.

All eyes turned to Bishop, sitting quietly at the end of the bar, taking it all in. “Don’t look at me,” he said. “I don’t get out enough to meet women.”

“I vote Damian,” Jaxon said. “Because that’s going to be epic.”

Xander let his brothers’ banter wash over him, but his eyes found his wife out in the crowd and he watched her, his craving for her growing every time she laughed, smiled, spoke—basically with every movement she made.

“Excuse me gentlemen,” Xander said, draining his drink and pushing off the bar. “I’m going to go fuck my wife.”

A chorus of catcalls and various lewd, raunchy comments followed in his wake as he stalked across the room, his attention never wavering from Pixie.

He stopped in front of her, and he knew the moment she sensed his presence because she cocked her head in his direction. She’d been talking to Allison and Mrs. Riley, but when he touched her waist she turned her attention to him and suddenly all the breath left his lungs. God, she was gorgeous—that sexy short hair, her rosy cheeks, pink lips—and she was his.

Most of his blood rushed to his cock, reminding him of his purpose.

“Mrs. Caine, I need to see you in private.”

“Oh?”

Her brows came together in worry. He reached down and twined his fingers with hers, then headed toward the back of the bar, pulling her along with him.

He stopped at the office door, where everything had started for them. “After you,” he said, gesturing her inside.

Her face broke out into a huge smile. “Why Mr. Caine, you dirty dog, you.”

“You have no idea.”

He shut the door behind them, and reached for her, burying his fingers in the hair at her nape and kissing her properly for the first time that day. She tasted like lime rickey and vanilla bean wedding cupcakes. He couldn’t think of a better flavor.

She clung to him, slipping her arms under his vest and up his back. Her nails bit into his skin with a sweet sting.

“You smell amazing,” she said. “I could eat you whole.”

His cock jumped in agreement.

He turned her around and shoved her up against the door. “You’d better not be wearing anything under this dress. I need to be inside you now.”

Her devilish grin told him all he needed to know. While she held fast, worshipping his mouth to distraction, he fumbled with his belt and pants until his cock sprang out, ready to roll.

“Now, Xander,” she whispered, her voice hoarse with need.

“Condom,” he managed to choke out.

“No need, Killer,” she said, looking him in the eye. The mischievous sparkle in her eyes jacked his desire to the edge. “I’m the owner of a shiny new IUD, so no more condoms for us.”

“Best wedding gift ever,” he said.

He slid his hands up the outsides of her soft thighs and around the smooth globes of her ass. Indeed, she wore nothing under her wedding dress. Very naughty. Very nice. She hitched a knee up and hooked her foot around the back of his leg, pulling his hips in to meet hers. The tip of his cock slid into her warm folds, and they both groaned at how wonderful it felt.

He adjusted and slipped inside her, a long, glorious slide to the hilt, then stopped, holding them both there. She lifted her other leg and wrapped it around him, hooking her feet together behind him so they were as connected as two people could be.

“God, I love you, Pixie,” he said, staring into her eyes. “You’re my everything.”

“And you’re all mine.”

To Wren, Charlotte, and Anne: Thank you for your sharp eyes and spot-on suggestions and attention to detail. You helped polish the story and whip it into shape!

To the Badass Book Bitches: Thank you for all your helpful advice, your tips, your resources, and your continuing generosity of spirit.

To the Relentless Writers: Thank you for helping me with beer and bikes, and for always being there to listen to my whining and still offering your help anyway! You guys are my homies.

To Wren: Thank you for commiserating, for making me laugh, for tolerating me, and for sparking the idea that has grown into the Caine Brothers.

To Merissa: Thank you for beer and motorcycle advice.

To my family: As always, thank you for being there for me. I love you.

To my readers: Thank you for your support and for your enthusiasm for my books. I’d be nowhere without you!

He had a billion reasons to be happy…until he met her. Then only one reason mattered.

When Hunter Caine takes over the CEO position at his father’s multi-billion dollar real estate development company, he also inherits his father’s sexy blonde personal assistant, Allison McDowell.

Allison doesn’t appreciate being passed around like property, but when she meets Hunter, sparks fly. Sure, he’s gorgeous, but if Hunter’s anything like his misogynistic father, Allison’s ready to resign.

Hunter’s considering the purchase of a resort in Costa Rica. It’s currently a couples-only resort, so he asks Allison to go undercover with him, posing as newlyweds. Allison’s skeptical, but it’s a free trip to Costa Rica, and Hunter’s easy on the eyes, so why not?

Those sparks turn into raging hot flames as Hunter and Allison explore the resort—and each other—and discover that what happens in Costa Rica may or may not actually stay in Costa Rica.

Adrenaline junkie Nina Osborne never misses a hockey game or an MMA fight on TV. After the storage facility she owns is burglarized, one of her favorite MMA fighters, Drew “Juggernaut” Warner, shows up furious and blames her for his stuff getting stolen. When Drew returns to apologize and clean up his storage unit, Nina parlays it into a first date and burgeoning relationship, which comes with an introduction to the exhilarating world of live MMA.

Drew has no idea when he brings smart, sassy, and super-sexy Nina into his life that she’ll rock the foundations of his carefully planned-out career. But when she decides that law enforcement isn’t doing enough to solve the burglary and takes the investigation into her own hands, protecting her jeopardizes his career. The smart thing to do would be to leave her be. Problem is, while he wasn’t looking Nina took a firm grip on his heart.

Nina’s determined to make things right; however, her investigating leads to big trouble, forcing Drew to fight both inside the cage and out if he and Nina are to have any hope of a future together.

Holly Spencer is a 22-year-old IT major who’s ready to graduate and find her place in the world. What she really wants is a good job and a condo with a view.

But when she’s rescued twice in one day by a mysterious man who claims to be a fae warrior, she’s plunged into a world she grew up believing existed only in fairy tales, and is forced to run for her life from warring factions who all want her dead.

Shadow’s on a routine mission when he runs headlong into Holly—the soul mate he’d given up on ever finding. Even when she refuses to believe they’re meant for each other, he fights to protect her from the very thing that brought them together, even when it means making a dangerous deal with Fate to save her life.