Lamont’s face paled, and he cleared his throat, shifting as his son laughed. “We’ll worry about that when we get there.”
Quincy bent and kissed Olivia again, his hands holding her belly with her. He couldn’t wait until the babies arrived. It couldn’t happen soon enough.
Chapter 19
Four Months Later…
Olivia peeled her dress from her body and longed for the cold fall days in Nebraska. She sipped her iced tea and watched the waves crashing against the cove. She was stretched out on a blanket in the sand enjoying the peace of the afternoon. Her feet were swollen, and the last two days had been longer than she’d expected.
But an official royal wedding and coronation had been long overdue, according to Lamont.
She’d been ordered back to bedrest until the babies were born, her little prince-and princess-to-be. Quincy had been ecstatic, and for the last few months, he’d been busy with his dad, planning for the birth of their children. Olivia let them at it while she and her mom spent their days being spoiled rotten as the new darlings of the isle kingdom. The first few weeks after returning had been rough with Parliament, but the people fell in so love with Olivia that the thought of her being their queen and already having children put them over the edge. They celebrated in the streets until Parliament finally gave up the argument and Lamont and Quincy walked out successful, sending the Pentacrafts on their way.
Olivia smiled as she set her glass down and watched Quincy walk up out of the waves, water dripping off him and making her lick her lips with need. She hadn’t been cleared for sex, but there were so many other things they could do to each other.
“Stop looking at me like that,” he said as he sat down beside her on the blanket, kissing her deeply while his hand held her belly.
“Can’t help it.”
“I think we should get you out of the sun for a while,” he said and tucked her hair behind her ears. “You’re red.”
“I don’t want to go back in there,” she said with a pout. “Bedrest is boring.”
“Boring, but necessary. The last few days, you were up and look at your poor feet.”
“Don’t remind me,” she muttered. “I feel like a damn whale.”
“Maybe, but I promise you don’t look it.” He got to his feet and helped her get up, too. “How about a nice cool bath?”
“Oh, that does sound nice,” she said and tucked her hand in his arm as they went to the doorway leading to the secret passage. “That sounds perfect, actually.”
They rose to go inside when Quincy pulled her gently to a stop. “Are you happy with all of this? Being queen and being here on the isle?”
“Why, do you think I’m not?”
“I just wanted to make sure. Everything happened so fast when we returned, and you’re so close to having the babies,” he said and shrugged. “I just want to be sure.”
She cupped his face in her hands and pulled him down so she could kiss him. Her lips lingered against his as her tongue darted out to find his and he grunted, pulling her as close as he could with her large belly. “I’m here with you, so of course I’m happy.”
“So it was all worth it?”
Olivia stared down at her pregnant belly held protectively between their bodies. “Yeah. Yeah, I’d say it was all worth it. Now come on, you promised your queen a bath.”
“A bath and maybe a few other things,” he said as his hands moved down to her hips. “If you’re up for it.” They kissed as they walked through the secret passage, their laughter echoing off the old stones as the waves made music behind them. This wasn’t the life Olivia had expected to have, but she’d be damned if she’d change a moment of it.
(BONUS BOOK #1)
ROGUE
(A Stepbrother
Romance)
By
Mia Carson
COPYRIGHT ? 2016
All Rights Reserved
AMY
“Hey love! You never gonna believe what else I found in New York today!” mom had called on the phone me a few weeks earlier, her voice filled with excitement. She had gone to New York to inspect a property she wanted to buy for her next bed-and-breakfast.
“What?” I had answered, trying my best to sound excited for her.
“I met a man named Gary. He’s a stock broker in New York City!”
“Oh, that’s nice,” I said.
My mom, beautiful and young at forty-two, was always dating new people. This one, however, had seemed serious from the start. I could tell because she never settled on one man right after meeting him.
Gary, however, soon became her one and only. She traveled from San Francisco, where we lived, to New York more and more frequently to work on the bed and breakfast she’d purchased, but also to hang out with him.
I met Gary only once, when he came to visit her in San Francisco. He seemed easy-going enough, but everything was happening way too fast for me to get a solid opinion of him.
“Come spend some time with us in New Rochelle,” my mother had said a few days after she told me about Gary.