Chapter Twenty-Six

Taryn

“I feel like I haven’t seen you in forever,” Bailey says as I walk into the shop. “You’ve hardly been here in a month.”

After Donny & Marie, Nixon offered Reagan a plumb job as the official lawyer for Armónico Holdings, Inc., the multi-billion-dollar company that manages his casino and other venues. As soon as he knew his brother wanted to stay, he locked that shit down. That same day, Reagan and I signed the purchase agreement for a luxury home in Vegas’s best gated community. An acreage property just a mile down from Marcella and Nixon. The only thing missing is the horse, but I’ll leave that to my new friend, Marcella.

“Well, I’ve got a lot on my plate right now,” I say, blushing under the heat of her words.

“Yeah, I know,” Bailey says, moaning. “You think Ford is single? He’s the third of the smoking hot Caldwells. I’ve got to get a gander at Carter. He’s been the executive chef in the steakhouse. Do you think I should reserve the chef’s table just so I can see if he’s the fourth?”

I laugh and shake my head. “Sorry, Bails-of-hay, I think you’re out of luck. According to Reagan, Ford’s been in love with the same girl since college. But Carter…that I’m not sure about. I haven’t even met him yet. Apparently, he’s deep in some contest for a Food Network show.”

Bailey pouts, but it doesn’t last for long. Then she smirks at me. “In love with the same woman since college? Like Reagan. And you.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I say, shaking my head. Her words hit too close to home.

“Oh, please.” She rolls her eyes. “He’s been in love with you for years.”

“Well, it all worked out, didn’t it?”

“Now you need to find me a guy,” Bailey says. “Maybe you can hook me up with some groomsman at your wedding.”

“What wedding? That’s way in the future. I thought managing Strict Nécessaire was difficult, but seriously – wedding planning would take everything out of me.”

Just as I’m about to elaborate on the stress of being newly in love, the door chimes and Reagan strides inside. Running to him, I throw my arms around his neck and kiss him. I can’t help it. Just the sight of him makes me want to indulge in abnormal PDA.

When Reagan pulls away, he’s laughing. My Chanel lipstick is smudged all around his mouth, and I lovingly wipe it off.

“I’ve just marked you as mine,” I say, reaching into my pocket for a tissue and handing it over.

“Well, that’s fitting,” he says. “Get any singing telegrams lately?”

I roll my eyes. “Not from you. A girl can only have so many birthdays in one year. I’ll be lucky if I make it through this one without turning seventy.”

Reagan and I laugh together under Bailey’s watchful eye. “You guys are so gross,” she says. “That’s my cue to leave. See ya, wouldn’t want to be ya.”

“Proud of it,” Reagan says, nuzzling my neck until I burst into giggles. Bailey scoffs again and sashays by both of us, rolling her eyes on her way out the door.

“So…” I take his hand. “This is an unexpected surprise. Did Nixon let you go early?”

“Yeah. We’ve been working on…a Dante extravaganza. Nixon’s hell-bent on stealing one of Dante’s properties, and it’s turning out to be a real pain in the ass.”

“It’s only an extravaganza if it ends in a finale. A finale where the show’s finished as well as the douche bag starring in it.”

“You forget that your other half is the top contract lawyer in New York City,” he says, tossing his head in a display of faux-arrogance.

“And now, Vegas.” I poke him in the chest, delighting in the feel of his muscles rippling underneath my hand. “Does the thought of bringing Dante to his knees make your cock hard, hot shot?”

Reagan smirks, grabs my pointed finger and drags my whole palm down the length of his body. His erection throbs and strains as I hold my hand still, teasing him. “Why don’t you sink to your knees for a better look?”

Glancing around, I hiss in a breath, even though my mouth waters at the thought of sucking him off in the middle of broad daylight. “We’re in the middle of my store.”

“Lock the door, then. And pull the shades,” he orders, and pulls me in close, kissing me on the lips. “Right fucking now. This may be your store, but I’m in charge.”

I relish the taste of him as I return his kiss. On a lark, I’ll let him think he’s in control. But as soon as my mouth’s on him, he’ll know the truth. “Oh, we’ll see who’s actually calling the shots, smart mouth.”

“I’d rather see what you could do with your mouth,” Reagan says, raising an eyebrow. “We already know what I can do with mine.”

He steps even closer, and I can feel the heat radiating off his body in waves. A grin tugs at my lips. This is going to be even easier than I thought. Bails-of-hay would say it’s like rolling off a log. I saunter away from him, wiggling my ass as I make a show of locking the door and pulling the mauve fabric shades down on each floor to ceiling window.

“Hmm…I’m not sure what that means, Caldwell. For a lawyer, you’re not very articulate.”

“I want you to take my cock out right now. I want your hand. Then I want your mouth. And I want you to follow my every command.”

Follow his every command? He’s got to be kidding. I’ve never been very good at taking orders.

I spin and stare at him for seconds that feel like hours. Waiting to make my move. It’s going to annoy him and it’s going to delight me. So I don’t move a muscle. Because I’m going to make him beg.

“Please.”

He started this twisted game of desire, and I forced him to go all in. But I want him so much he’s already got the upper hand. Anything he orders me to do, I want it, too.

Walking toward him, I stop just shy of his rigid body and hold his gaze, not breaking it until I reach for his belt. A little moan escapes his lips, and I imagine him thinking about what I’m about to do to him.

My hand moves to his zipper, and he inhales a ragged breath as I glide it down. A little wobble of his knees brings a smile to my lips. I can see his cock twitching inside his pants. I’m sure it’s rock hard and I can’t wait to experience its steely length.

“Touch me, Taryn.”

I slowly slip my fingers into the front of his boxer briefs and then inside. His dick’s on fire, straining and pulsing. There’s power there, and I can feel it. Revel in it. I give a solid yank to the waistband of his pants, and take his underwear down right along with them. His cock springs free, it’s huge in the dim light of the store, sticking straight up against his abs.

Distracted by the indentations of my abs, I stop to trace them with my fingertips, a move that I know drives him wild. He moans his suffering, which just causes me to continue.

“Taryn, I want your mouth on me right now. You’re not being a very good listener.”

I chuckle. “If you thought I’d be a good listener, you never should have asked me to marry you. I’ve been known to have selective hearing.”

“How wet are you, Taryn?”

“I can feel it pooling between my legs. Too bad you’re not going to get to feel it.”

He keeps his eyes trained on mine, and I like it. No. I love it, because it’s a complete role reversal. His mouth may be shooting commands, but he’s completely under the spell of my hands and mouth. My fingers stroke his cock as I lean in to kiss it. I moan, a soft hum against his shaft, and stop when he jerks in response to the vibrations. Then I let my tongue play over the head, moving to the underside. I’m fighting it. Fighting the urge to push forward and swallow him whole. It’s what I want. I know it’s what he wants, but he needs to be punished for being such a cocky bastard a few minutes ago.

I purse my lips and suck, slowly trying to get more of my massive dick inside my mouth. God, I love how he threads his hands through my hair, yanking it, controlling the pressure. I bring both hands up, stroking with both palms as I continue sucking on the head. His balls tighten and I know he’s close. And I want to take it all, so I caress them and give a little tug.

“Fuck, Taryn. That feels so good. I want to be inside you.”

Ultimately, he’s stronger than me and in one deft move, he lifts me up, grabs me around the waist and yanks my thong right off from underneath my pencil skirt. I gasp in surprise when he drops me down on his erect cock, fully seating himself with one massive stroke.

With one hand holding me stable against the wall, his other strokes my pussy lips, brushing back and forth between them just as he drags it up to flick my swollen clit. I’m soaking wet. All I want is for him to start moving.

“Reagan, you feel so good. Fuck me, please. Hard.”

“I like it, too. So damn much. You’re so hot, Taryn. So wet and tight. I feel like I’m going to lose my shit.”

I moan and fling my head back, urging him on. I can feel my flushed skin. I’m close and all I have to do is reach out and take it. Reagan increases his speed on my engorged clit, working it back and forth to the speed of his frantic thrusts. In seconds, I convulse around him, and he explodes inside me, the spasms of my pussy milking every last drop from his body.

“That was incredible. Remind me to lock the door more often.”

“I don’t think I’ll need to remind you.” He smiles at me and his eyes take on a dreamy light. “I’m with the smartest woman in the world, and I have no doubt she’ll be the most perfect wife and mother any man could ever ask for. It seems like you can do no wrong with me. It’s always been that way, Taryn. I’ve loved you since the moment I first laid eyes on you.”

I don’t speak but just nuzzle his neck, inhaling that special scent that always makes my heart skip a beat.

“I love you, Taryn,” Reagan says again, tipping my chin up to meet his tender gaze. “And I always will.”

“I love you, too, funny man.”

As I kiss my gorgeous man and swoon in his arms, I realize that I’ve never been more excited for what the future holds. Together, nothing can stop us. Because we’re a team. Now and forever.