My words push Caulter over the edge, and I feel his cock throbbing as he lets go, coming into my ass.
I sigh heavily, exhausted from the intensity of the orgasm, and it's a few minutes before either of us say anything. The room is completely still, the only sounds our breathing and the blood pumping loudly in my ears.
Caulter sweeps my hair off of my neck, his hands running down my shoulders and over my arms until he reaches my hands, lacing his fingers with mine. "Did you say what I thought you said?"
"I'm pregnant," I repeat, breathless. "Happy anniversary."
"Holy shit," he says, jumping up. There is excitement in his voice, but he doesn't say anything else as he disappears into the bathroom, returning a few minutes later with a warm washcloth. When he comes back, he climbs up beside me on the bed, and kisses me long and hard.
"I didn't exactly mean to blurt it out that way," I say softly.
"You're pregnant again," he says.
"Are you happy about that?" I ask.
"Are you kidding? That's the best anniversary present ever," he says. "Other than Anne's birth, of course. It's absolutely perfect, Kate."
I lay my head against his chest, listening to his heartbeat and feeling happier than I’ve ever been in my life.
Talk about a merry effing Christmas Eve.
THE END
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TOOL
Sabrina Paige
I call him “Tool” because he’s a prick.
Gaige O’Neal is nicknamed “Tool” because of what he’s packing. Rumor is that he’s well equipped.
He’s a cocky, entitled, insufferable jerkwho’s as reckless with women as he is with that stupid motorcycle he races.
It's been four years since I've seen him. Four years ago, he was the bane of my existence. And my best friend, my biggest confidant, my first love.
My stepbrother.
It’s just my luck that the first time I see him in four years, he’s buried beneath three scantily clad blondes.
Now I’m stuck here under the same roof with him while he recovers from a racing injury. An injury that clearly hasn’t affected the use of his tool.
The problem is, as much as I despise him, I just can’t help myself. I want to find out what kind of tool he's working with.
TOOL TABLE OF CONTENTS
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Six Bonus Scene
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Eighteen Bonus Scene
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-One
Chapter Twenty-Two
Chapter Twenty-Three
Chapter Twenty-Four
Chapter Twenty-Five
Chapter Twenty-Six
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Chapter Thirty
Chapter Thirty-One
Chapter Thirty-Two
Chapter Thirty-Three
DEDICATION
As always, to my husband who puts up with my antics. And to my daughter, who's inherited his.
To Sara Bartlett, Joanna Blake, Cora Brent, Jordan Marie, and Jess Peterson for all of your support and for reading my crappy first draft.
Thanks to Breathless Book Promotions for putting together a cover reveal and release day party, and to Terra Oenning for spreading word for me about Tool's cover reveal!
Many thanks to Sabrina's Sirens and to all the other fans to tell their friends about my books. I am so grateful for all you do!
And, last but certainly not least, for my readers. I hope you love Tool as much as I do. The innuendo is totally intended. Snicker.
CHAPTER ONE
Delaney
At least this day can't get any worse.
Famous last words, I know. Except I can't help but think it, even as I'm limping down the walkway, headed toward the guesthouse and dragging my suitcase behind me.
The suitcase makes a sound that's only slightly less grating than nails on a chalkboard as I drag it over the concrete. It's held together with twine, clothes poking out of the sides every which way, and a giant sticker peeling at the edges that reads, "Notice of Inspection." I'm holding one of the wheels in my hand, because of course as soon as I picked it up at baggage claim, a wheel went rolling off.