Fierce Obsession: LA Ruthless: Book 4 (L.A. Ruthless Series)
Fierce Obsession: Alana

I watch my two sons running around the garden, squirting each other with super soakers and can’t help but smile. They’re four years old now and such a handful, but they bring a joy to our lives that is indescribable.

As I’m thinking about the news I got today, I feel a pair of warm, strong hands sliding over my hips and onto my stomach. He pulls me toward him, pressing my ass into his groin.

“Buenas noches, princesa,” he whispers in my ear.

I lean back against him, my body sagging against his hard chest. “Buenas noches,” I reply as he presses soft kisses on my neck. “The boys have been waiting for you to get home.”

“I’ll go see them soon,” he growls. “I want you all to myself for a few minutes.”

I turn in his arms and wrap my hands around his neck.

“You look tired,” he says with a frown.

“I am,” I stifle a yawn.

He arches an eyebrow at me. “How about an early night?”

“Your early nights are never about sleeping, Alex,” I laugh softly.

“No,” he trails soft kisses along my collarbone. “But after I fuck you, we can watch TV and I’ll rub your back while you fall asleep.”

“That sounds good,” I admit. And I need to talk to him about my visit to the doctors today. I feel a knot in my stomach as I wonder at the best way to tell him. Maybe I should just do it now? Like ripping off the band aid?

“Papi!” Dario and Tomás shriek as they come running through the French doors and see their father is home, holding their super soakers in the air.

“Ah and the peace is broken,” he grins at me, giving me a soft kiss before he chases after our twin sons.

I smile as I watch the three of them. Our boys laugh and shriek with delight as he catches each of them and scoops them into his arms. Our perfect little family. And I’m about to throw a mini grenade right into the middle of it.

I lie on the bed while Alex deals with bedtime. I feel exhausted. The doctor told me it’s perfectly normal given the circumstances.

I look up when Alex walks into the room. He’s wearing his dress pants and a white shirt which is open at the collar and damn he is still the most handsome man on this planet. How is it possible that he still gives me butterflies every time I see him? Even after all this time.

“Did they go down okay?” I ask.

“They always do, princess. I think they wear themselves out so much all day with their constant energy,” he laughs softly.

“I could do with a shot of their energy right now,” I sigh.

He looks at me with concern as he starts unbuttoning his shirt. “So Jax went home early again today,” he says with a roll of his eyes.

“Did Lucia need him? Is she okay?”

He tosses his shirt into the laundry hamper and then lies on the bed beside me. “We both know she’s fine and that there is only one reason why he has to drag his ass home at least twice a day. It’s getting ridiculous. You’re going to have to have a word with her?”

“Why me?” I laugh. “You’re the one with the problem.”

“Alana,” he scowls at me. “What am I supposed to say? Stop booty calling your husband during working hours?”

That makes me laugh harder. “You can hardly talk. If I remember correctly, you were home more than you were working when I was pregnant with the twins.”

“Ah yes,” he smiles at me. “You were even more insatiable than you are now.”

“I am not insatiable,” I whisper.

“No?” he smiles as he starts to kiss my neck.

“I’m always satisfied.”

“Fuck, yes you are,” he growls as his hand slides beneath my tank top.

“Alex,” I whisper, placing my hand over his.

He stares at me, his eyes narrowed. “What’s wrong, princess? Are you sick?” he places a hand on my forehead.

“You know I’ve been really tired lately?”

“Yes. I told you you’re working too hard. You need to get someone in to help you.”

“Well, I agree. I think I will. I’m going to write up a job description tomorrow.”

The frown on his handsome face deepens as he regards me suspiciously. “While I’m very happy about you getting some help, you’re freaking me out, princess. You’ve always been so resistant to the idea.”

“I know, but I went to see the doctor today, you know because of the tiredness.”

He scowls now. “And you didn’t tell me this?”

“I just called by on my way home and she could squeeze me in.”

He blinks at me. “What did she say?”

“I’m pregnant,” I whisper.

“What? But you can’t…” He sits up, running a hand through his hair as he blinks at me in shock.

“They said it was very unlikely I would conceive naturally, but not impossible. I’m pregnant, Alex. Two months.”

“Two?” he shakes his head in disbelief.

“Yeah, two,” I bite on my lip and now I’m not just talking about months. “We’re having another set of twins.”

“Fuck!” he hisses, and I wonder if he’s as happy about this as I am. But then he rolls on top of me, smothering my face with kisses.

“I would have called you to come to the scan she did, but she was about to close and go home and…”

“Stop, Alana. It’s okay,” he says, lacing his fingers through mine as he pins my hands beside my head. “Just when I think I couldn’t possibly love you any more, you go and surprise the hell out of me.”

“I was kind of surprised myself.”

“You’re happy though?” he asks as he stares into my eyes.

“Yes. Ecstatic. You?”

“Fuck yes,” he says before he seals his lips over mine, sliding his tongue into my mouth before he kisses me. It is full of fire and passion and leaves both of us panting and wanting so much more. I buck my hips, rubbing myself against his hard length.

“Did the doctor say we were okay for this…?” he groans as he rocks his hips against me.

“Yes. It’s a normal pregnancy. We’re fine to have sex.”

“Thank fuck.” Then he seals his mouth over mine again and as his hand slides down my body and into my pajama pants. “Because I would lose my mind if I didn’t get to fuck you every day, princess.”