Page 108 of Trap ’N’ Trace

“Dayne,” she whispered.

“Mmm,” he mumbled between dropping hot, wet kisses on the curve of her neck and the tops of her breasts.

“You’re turning me into a limo sex maniac.”

He grinned against her mouth. “If you’ve gotta be something, I’m okay with that.” He pushed a button, lowering the driver’s window. “How long until we get home?”

“Traffic’s light tonight.” The limo pulled away from the curb onto Park Avenue. “Should be about forty-five minutes, tops.”

“Take your time.” His grin broadened as he pushed the button again. The window rose and clicked shut. He readjusted her on his lap so she straddled him.

“I want you.” She licked into his ear and was rewarded with a sexy groan. “Now.” With unsteady hands, she reached between them, intending to tear off his cummerbund and tug down his zipper, but he stopped her.

She pulled back. “What’s wrong?”

His smile broadened then he tipped his head, indicating to something over her shoulder.

The chauffeur window? She twisted her neck to see what was so funny. “Didn’t you—” Oh. “Ohhh.” Two sets of eyes watched them curiously. Canine eyes. She snorted and held a hand over her mouth.

Dayne shifted her in his lap so she was snuggled comfortably with her head against his shoulder, then he tipped up her chin. “Honey, as much as I want to let you have your way with me in a stretch limo, we can’t. Not in front of the children. Do you think you can put a lid on all that lust for at least forty-five minutes?”

She giggled, snuggling deeper against him and sighing. “I suppose so.” She smiled against his chest, weightless and filled with so much happiness, she could float away.

Will it always be like this?

It would be. As long as she was with Dayne.

Their mouths came together, and their breaths became as one. This was where she was always meant to be. In the arms of this beautiful, humble, courageous man.

Epilogue

Yankee Stadium - World Series, Game Seven

The crack of a bat split the air. The crowd—including Dayne and his friends—roared with over fifty thousand other fans jumping to their feet as the Yanks tied the final game of the series with Boston 3-3. The next batter struck out, ending the top half of the seventh inning.

“More beer?” Dayne asked. Everyone nodded or gave him a thumbs-up. They’d all come in two limos, courtesy of Kat, who’d arranged everything.

“Yo, Dayne.” Jaime joined him at the bar, clinking his empty bottle against Dayne’s. “A luxury VIP suite, huh? Not a bad birthday gift at all.”

He pulled another six-pack from the kitchen’s refrigerator and set it on the bar. Nope. It wasn’t. The best part was that his family and all his friends were there to celebrate with him.

His mother and father sat in the exterior cushioned seats, along with Lily and her kids. His friend Matt, his wife Trista, and their little boy, Joe, had driven up yesterday and spent the night in one of the castle’s guest rooms. Nick, Andi, and their little girl had arrived that morning and would be sticking around for a few days. Eric and Tess, along with Tess’s brother, Jesse, had driven in that afternoon and were also staying in the castle. There were as many bedrooms in the place as in a small motel.

Kade, Markus, and Jaime were the only bachelors left in the bunch. Not that Dayne and Kat had gotten married yet. Another thing he hoped to rectify, and soon. Before the seventh inning stretch ended. For that, he needed another beer.

Across the suite, Kat and his friends’ wives were deep in conversation that elicited a round of giggling. Nick and Andi’s baby, Rose, lay in Kat’s arms, fast asleep. Over the baby’s head, she caught his eye and winked.

“Man, you are totally whipped.” Nick slapped him on the back.

“Yep.” He nodded. He totally was, and that was okay with him. More than okay. It was fan-fucking-tastic.

Eric and Matt joined them.

“Happy birthday, pal.” Eric gave him a bear hug.

Matt clapped him on the shoulder. “Another year gone by.”

Yeah, and he couldn’t wait to see what the next year would bring.