Unleashed: Declan & Kara (Unleashed #1-4; Beg for It #1) (72 page)

“Keep quiet,” I
reminded her, as I did whenever she started getting too worked up.
Waiters and other hotel guests were outside. None bothered us in our
private cabana, not with most of the curtains drawn, but if she
screamed they’d hear. She had to work to keep it a secret.

“Please, Declan,
please,” she managed to beg me.

“Not yet,” I
whispered, turning up the strength of the vibrations. She writhed,
her thighs parting in a silent ask. She needed more, needed me to
bring her further.

With my free hand, I
brought my fingers back to her sex, feeling the soaking wet fabric
plastered to her folds. She bit off a cry, tossing her head to the
side as I stroked her. String bikinis were easy. I pulled on the tie
at the side and had her completely bare for me in no time.

I teased her, toyed
with her, brought her to the brink playing with both back and front
but never let her come. She lay there writhing in turmoil, shivering
and moaning with need.

Finally, my cock hard
as granite, Kara nearly insane with desire, I murmured the words she
needed most. “Do you want to come?”

“Yes,” she moaned
low in her throat.

“Good.” I stroked
her. “Now you may pinch your nipples.” Her hands flew to her
erect nipples, pinching them hard through the fabric.

“Out so I can see,”
I commanded harshly. She moaned and complied, pushing the tiny
triangles of fabric down and under her tits, then thrusting her
breasts out naked so I could watch. She brought her fingers to her
peaked tips, tweaking and pinching them hard for me just like I’d
asked.

The butt plug vibrating
on high, I rewarded her by pressing my thumb directly against her
clit.

“Now come for me,
hard.” I growled the command and she bucked against me, convulsing,
creaming all over my fingers. She leaned her face into a towel at her
side so she could muffle her screams. I’d placed it there. I always
tried to think of anything she might need. I couldn’t ever get
enough of her—the moment when her perfect body went so tense, a
rigid board strumming with need then shuddering into release,
thrashing wildly as she nearly blacked out.

I gave her a long time
to come down, holding her close to me and stroking her hair. I
slipped out the butt plug and got her completely comfortable. I
covered her up once again so I could bring up the curtains on our
private cabana and let the gentle island breezes caress her face.

She nuzzled in on my
chest, a dreamy smile, her body soft and pliant. I’d never get
enough of this woman.

Kara

Six
Months Later

“I’ve been
thinking, Kara.” Declan stood in our private honeymoon suite, a
drink in hand, some stubble on his handsome jaw. He wore lightweight
pants and nothing else, the warm island breeze caressing us. “Let’s
go to the Kavanaugh holiday party.”

And here I was thinking
I was the one about to drop a bomb.

I’d just taken a test
in the bathroom, the kind with the stick you peed on. It had a cross
on it and if my shaking hands and nervously excited brain were
correctly processing the instructions on the folded-up piece of paper
from the box, it meant that I was pregnant. Declan and I were going
to have a baby.

But here he was telling
me that he was ready to meet his family. He’d had time to think it
over, to adjust to the bombshell of his father’s identity. He’d
gotten over the pain and hurt and fear and now he was ready and
willing to take a chance.

“You want to go,
right?” he asked me as I stood there, stunned and silent.

“Um, yeah.” I shook
my head, trying to clear the thoughts of baby rattles and baby
blankets and soft, pink little baby hands holding on to my finger.

“We can fly up to New
York from here and spend a few days. It’ll be fun going back there
with you. We had a good time this summer.”

“We did.” I wrapped
my hands around his neck. “You really want to go to the party? We
don’t have to, you know.”

“I want to go. I want
to meet my family.”

I kissed him with all
my heart. I wanted to meet them, too. After our honeymoon.

And what a honeymoon it
was, all warm breezes and more hot orgasms that I could count. After
you got into double digits, your brain went a little soft. It was a
proven scientific fact.

I dissolved into his
kiss. With his mouth on me, it was easy to forget everything else.

Almost. Because telling
Declan that he was going to become a father was a big deal. Honestly,
given the complicated emotions he had about his own father, I didn’t
know how he was going to react.

“I think I’m ready
to meet them all.” Declan stroked my hair, gazing at me with a
slight smile playing across his lips. “I would have liked to have
met my father.” A moment of pain flashed in his eyes. I brought my
hand to his cheek. “I promise, Kara.” His voice choked with
emotion, he brought his hand up and placed it over my own. “If we
ever…I’ll be a better father. If someday—”

“I’m pregnant.” I
blurted it out before I knew what I was doing. So much for keeping
the news to myself. I’d never been good at that kind of thing.

“What?” He looked
at me, open-mouthed in surprise.

“I’m pregnant. I
know it’s not the right time to tell you but I had to tell you.”
Words practically tumbled out of my mouth, one tripping over the
other to get to the end.

“You’re pregnant?”
he repeated, looking dumbstruck.

I nodded. “You’re
going to be a father. And you’re going to be so amazing.”

“Are you all right?”
He brought his hands to my shoulders. “Do you need anything? Should
you sit down?”

I laughed. “I’m
fine. I’m only about five weeks along. I feel great.”

“You’re pregnant,”
he repeated. I nodded, looking up at him shyly. To my great relief
and joy, a smile started to grow on his face. “You’re pregnant.”
This time he sounded almost excited. “You’re going to have a
baby!”

I nodded, tears coming
to my eyes. He wrapped me in his arms and I felt his emotion, too, as
he took a deep, shaking breath and held me close.

“Kara,” he
murmured. “You’ve given me so much.”

“You don’t realize
how much you’ve given me.” I looked up at him. “Declan, I know
all this with your father is crazy, and now we’re going to have a
baby and it’s all so much. But you know what? I think everything’s
going to work out.”

“Yeah?” He matched
the crazy, reckless smile on my face with one of his own.

“Yeah. I think we’re
going to have a great time meeting your family. And then I think
we’re going to have a baby and start a family of our own.”

He laughed. “You
think?”

“I do.” I nodded
through the happy tears in my eyes.

“And you’re OK to
fly?” Concern flooded his gaze again as he looked at my perfectly
flat stomach.

“Yes, Declan.” I
laughed.

“OK.” He smiled at
me. “Let’s do this. I’m all in.”

I threw my arms around
his neck. His smell, his warmth, his love, I never wanted to let go.
I couldn’t believe life could be so good.

“We’re going to
have a baby,” Declan murmured. I looked up into his smiling face.
He brought a hand to my hair, smoothing it back as he liked to do.
“Nothing else matters, you know. Just you and me.”

“And baby makes
three,” I finished for him, smiling.

He was right. No matter
what happened next, we had everything we needed right there. Our love
was everything.

Declan

Kara stood at the
vanity in a red teddy built for sin, brushing her hair like she
didn’t know she made me hard the second I saw her. When I’d left
her that morning for a quick meeting with a business associate, she’d
still been sleeping. It was a 17-hour time difference between New
York and Fiji where we’d spent our honeymoon. Even a seasoned
traveler such as myself had trouble with that time change. Kara would
get used to it, though. I planned on showing her the world.

Coming up behind her, I
slipped my hands around her waist, caressing the soft silk of her
lingerie.

“You’re back!”
she exclaimed with delight as I kissed her neck.

“How’s my wife?”
I couldn’t help it. I knew it was cheesy, the sort of affectionate
term of endearment that a year ago would have made me wretch. But
with Kara, I let myself go.

“Your wife is happy
to see you.” She smiled at me in the mirror.

“How are you feeling
today?” With great care, I brought my hands around to her
still-flat stomach. I couldn’t believe she was pregnant and that we
were going to have a baby together. To say it blew my mind would be a
complete understatement.

“I’m excited! I
can’t wait to meet your grandmother!”

Yeah, that. With a
grumble, I leaned back against the vanity and ran my hand through my
hair. That’s why we were in New York. We were going to meet my
brand-spanking-new family, wrapped up and delivered to me in a bow.
Today, we had plans to meet my biological grandmother and my
half-sister over lunch. Then, tomorrow, we’d have a ceremonial
Reviewing of the Will and then Saturday, their annual holiday party.

I was sure they would
all be thrilled to meet me, the bastard born out-of-wedlock trying to
hone in on their inheritance. They’d be sure to greet me with open
arms.

The thing was, it
wasn’t me that I really cared about. I could take a few cold
shoulders. But if anyone was anything less than 100 percent kind and
gracious to Kara, I’d rip their fucking teeth out. I hadn’t grown
up on the Upper East Side with a silver spoon in my mouth like they
had. I was the bastard, the forgotten kid, and I knew how to use my
fists. They’d just better not give me a good reason.

“She sounded really
nice on the phone.”

“What?” When had
Kara talked to my grandmother?

“Oh, I called her
this morning while you were out. I wanted to double-check the address
and time and all that. And see if we could bring anything.”

“What, like a
fruitcake?” I didn’t get the down-home holiday vibe from this
British grandmother of mine. In pictures, she looked as relaxed as
the Queen of England at a coronation.

“Well, I suppose that
would work since it is the holiday season, but no one really likes
fruitcake anyway.” Kara scrunched up her nose. “She said to bring
nothing, but we can have your driver stop somewhere on the way up. I
wish I could bring some homemade cookies. But we’ll have to settle
on something from one of these fancy stores around here.”

I had to hug her again,
big like a bear around the middle. Homemade cookies. You could take
the girl out of Montana, but the Montana would most stubbornly not
get out of the girl. Good. I didn’t want it to.

“I like you in this
teddy.” I caressed my hand along the silk, bringing my palm up to
cup her breast. I didn’t know if it was possible, but her gorgeous
breasts already seemed larger. Was it wishful thinking? Or had
Christmas come early?

“I probably have to
change and wear clothes,” she told me regretfully. “Your
grandmother is 83. She might not approve of my showing up for lunch
in sexy lingerie.”

“How do you know her
exact age?” How long a conversation had they had earlier that day?

“The dossier.” Kara
referred to the black leather-bound file the Kavanaughs’ attorney
had given us on the family. My biological father’s family. My
family.

“Sounds like you’ve
memorized it.” I wasn’t teasing. Kara was so excited to meet my
relatives I think she might have done just that. I was the former
foster kid suddenly thrust into a large, wealthy family, so I guessed
I should have been the one pouring over the pages. But the only thing
I wanted to examine every inch of was Kara. I looked at the clock.
Damn it, we had to leave in about ten minutes. Not nearly enough time
to give her the attention that she deserved.

Resigned, I let her
head to the closet. “I liked Fiji. You wore bikinis all the time.”

“Sometimes not even
that.” She winked at me before turning her attention to selecting a
conservative lunch outfit. It made me grumble again.

I paced, waiting for
her in front of the fireplace. It was nice and big, a working one at
that. I’d make sure the firewood got stocked for later. At some
point this lunch had to end. And when it did, I’d take Kara back
here and get a good fire roaring, inside the fireplace and inside
Kara as she lay on the soft rug in front of it.

Far too many minutes
later, Kara came out in far too many clothes. I thought I saw a
turtleneck tucked in underneath a scarf and a great big coat.
Frowning, I offered her my arm.

“I’m so proud of
you for doing this, Declan.” Impulsively, she threw her arms around
my neck. “I know it’s hard.” What, was she sobbing? I brought
my arms around her and held her close. “It’s complicated, meeting
your family.” She sank back down onto her feet, taking a finger to
wipe her eyes. “But I think it’s really important. And good for
you to meet them. For us to meet them. Because we’re starting a
family of our own now.”

She started crying
again and I wrapped her up in my arms, feeling kind of choked up
myself. She needed to stop saying things reminding me how much I
loved her. I’d spent years with my emotions turned almost
completely off and this woman threw that all to hell. Of course, I
loved her for that, too.

Kissing her on her
hair, I wiped the tears away from her cheeks. “Come on, now. Let’s
do this.”

She nodded. “I’m
really excited.” She smiled up at me through tear-stained eyes.

“You really seem it,”
I responded drily. I brought my hand to her lower back and we started
toward the door. Until I stopped her.