Single Dad Boss Problems (Billionaires of Yosemite Ranch #2)

CHAPTER 1

Finn

Amy’s completely naked. She gets a kick out of prancing around naked because she knows what it does to me. She sees what it does to me.

I have to unbutton my pants to make room for what it does to me.

She’s the sweetest woman I’ve ever known, not much more than a girl when we first met. And now, on our wedding night, her personality is still girlishly, irresistibly sweet.

The rest of her is all wanton woman.

She glides a hand down the center of her cleavage, then cups one breast. The nipple goes taut and pert. Then she slides her hand all the way down the front of her tight little body, until she’s touching herself. Caressing herself.

I know exactly what that hot satin feels like beneath her touch because I’ve been there. Many times. My fingers have teased and probed between those creamy thighs so often that sometimes I don’t know where she stops and I begin.

We are one.

And now it’s legal. Paired forever.

’Til death do us part.

We’ve made plans. She’s happy to be a Navy SEAL wife. She’s turned our modest military housing into a home. She’s made friends and charmed the neighbors. We want four children. Maybe five.

Maybe six.

Amy has a few adorable quirks, and one of them is her preference for eating in bed snuggling up against me. Anchovy and pineapple pizza is her favorite. I hate anchovies.

But I love her.

So I eat the damn pizza and I’m happy about it.

I love my Amy.

Not a day goes by that I don’t stop to wonder at how I, Finlay MacLaine, became the luckiest bastard in the entire world.

I’m the man who got to marry Amy. My children will be fortunate to have her as a mother.

Any dependent housing the Navy throws my way will become my home, because she’ll be there.

None of my brothers have gotten married, and they say I’m too young to know what I’m doing. They say I should play the field. But I’m not playing the field, ever again. There is no field. I don’t think there ever was. Because from the moment I laid eyes on her, it’s been Amy and me.

No other woman in my life.

She saunters over to me, and when she’s just within reach, I outstretch my hand and touch her flat belly. The skin here is so smooth. I glide the back of my index finger over it, and her skin reacts to my touch, pebbling with goose bumps.

Amy catches her breath, and her light blue eyes darken. Just this simple touch makes her pupils dilate. Her reaction feeds my own desire.

I wrap my arm around her and pull her close. My mouth replaces my hand. I kiss her abdomen, tasting her sweetness. From experience, I know that she’s sweet everywhere.

Dipping my head lower, I taste that paradise between her legs.

She tilts her head back and moans with pleasure, and in one swift movement, I swing her around onto the bed and lie on top of her, resting my weight on my forearms on either side of her.

I separate her legs with my knee, and then I sink slowly, deeply inside her.

Just.

Like.

That.

She wraps her legs around me and flashes me a mysterious smile.

“What? You keeping a secret?” I kiss her deeply, feeling my cock twitch and grow inside her, but I don’t move. I’m teasing her now, pretending not to notice how she squirms under me. How she pleads for satisfaction. I don’t want to see her suffer, but it will make her satisfaction all the sweeter.

“I am,” she says. I feel her smile widening beneath my lips.

Then she giggles. That giggle is the most delightful sound I’ve ever heard. I stop kissing her and look down at her face. She’s smiling still. And I was right. It’s not her usual smile. It’s mischievous.

And more. I detect something potent there. Joyful.

That in itself isn’t unexpected. It’s our wedding night. Just a few hours ago, we swore to love and cherish each other forever, and now she’s mine, and I’m hers, and I know that I’ll be happy as long as I hold breath in my body.

Because Amy is with me.

We’ve been making love nonstop since the ceremony, but this smile is so saucy that’s it’s got me curious.

“What’s going on with you?”

She squirms beneath me. “I know something you don’t.”

“Is this twenty questions?” I like her playfulness, and I can’t get enough of her playing with me. I’ve received ten days of leave for my honeymoon, and I hope she plans on playing with me every minute of it.

But I can’t remain still another second. I thrust my hips into her, and her head falls back. She meets me thrust for thrust, tightening around me, possessing me.

Loving me.

She brings her lips to mine again. It’s intense and sweet, and we reach another climax together. I roll us onto our sides, still attached, me still a part of her. Our faces are no more than an inch apart, and when I gaze into her eyes, I once again know I’m the luckiest man in the world.

“Have you guessed yet, Finn?”

I make a show of trying to figure out her deepest, darkest secret. “Did you eat all the barbecue potato chips again?”

She play-punches me in the shoulder. “You know I ate those yesterday. Unless you got another bag." Her eyes flash. “Did you get another bag?”

I try not to laugh. “Well, let’s see, then. You won the lottery? I mean, we won the lottery? Because I hate to break it to you, but as of four hours ago, what’s yours is mine. Communal property, baby.”

“I won the lottery the day I met you.” She caresses my cheek, her expression becoming tender.

Her pretty face sends a shock-wave of emotion through me, and I wonder, as I often do, how a human being can be as loving and kind as Amy is. How does she manage it?

“But you’re on the right track,” she says. “Keep guessing.”

“Okay. Don’t tell anyone on my SEAL team what I’m about to say, but I give up. Spill it, Mrs. MacLaine. Share your big secret with me.”

She shoots me the smile again, and she takes my hand and places it between us. At first I think she’s revving me up for a second round of honeymoon bliss, but she stops at her belly.

“That’s my secret, sailor.” Her whisper is soft. Her eyes fill with tears.

Fear grips me. My body goes rigid. “What is it? What’s wrong?”

“It’s nothing bad,” she laughs. “Seriously? You haven’t guessed yet? Not with your hand on my stomach?”

I press my hand to her stomach, as if the answer is there. But it isn’t. It’s just her normal belly. The one I love so much.

She bursts out laughing. She pushes me away a few inches and rolls over on her back, still laughing.

“What is it?” I’m starting to freak. “You need to tell me.”

“For a brilliant man, you sure can be dense sometimes.” She jumps up from the bed. “Be right back!”

I watch her jog to the bathroom. When she returns, she hands me a plastic stick. It’s a pregnancy test. And it’s positive.

The blood rushes from my head. I stare at the little blue lines and swallow hard. “Really?” I look up at her.

She nods. Her smile is back, and so are the tears.

“Really?” I ask again, more to the universe than to Amy.

She nods. “And I’m going to get sooo fat,” she says, giggling.

“Come here.” I pull her back into bed and roll with her until she’s stretched out on top of me. I pull her close and breathe her in. “I’m so happy, Amy. You make me so happy. This is incredible news.”

“I can’t wait to meet our son,” she whispers in my ear. “Because we both know it’s going to be another MacLaine boy.”

“Dad!”

My head swims.

“Dad-deee! I need help with my basket. Is this how I’m supposed to hold it?”

I snap out of my daydream. Or was it a dream? Did I fall asleep?

I sit up on the patio chair on our back deck. That was too real, too detailed. It was like I was transported back in time. Amy was alive. She was pregnant. Our future was bright and perfect.

I felt her warmth. I heard her giggle. I could smell her.

I rub my face with my hands. This was torture.

“Is this the way I’m supposed to hold the flower basket for Cal and Victoria’s wedding tomorrow?” Jasmine stands over me, peering down into my face with concern. I don’t want her to see the pain I just brought back with me.

I smile and pat her back. The touch seems to reassure her that her dad hasn’t lost his marbles. And it sets my mind at ease that I’ve returned to reality. That my eight-year-old daughter is real. That she’s right here with me.

Even if her mother isn’t.