Free Love in Fantasy (Skeleton Key) by Elle Christensen, Skeleton Key Page B

her stomach to party like it’s Mardi Gras. “I love you, Kinsey. I will go wherever you are.” The words are mumbled against her lips.
    Kinsey disengages her mouth and rears back to be able to look him in the eyes. The sincerity she sees in her undoing. “I love you too, Cole.”
    He grins, and she could swear his chest literally puffs up a little with pride and it makes her giggle. Cupping her face between his hands, he sweetly kisses her forehead, eyelids, nose, and lastly, her mouth. “You have three months, bébé.” Kinsey’s brows lower as she tries to figure out what he’s talking about. He winks, his grin back in place on his perfect face. “To plan our wedding.”
    There is only a moment of hesitation before Kinsey decides to say fuck it and throws rationality out the window. “Three months, then,” she agrees. His expression of joy lights up the world around her and she could swear something akin to magic is crackling in the air.
    Cole holds her to him as he stands, raising a brow in question. Kinsey laughs and directs him to the bedroom. He takes his time with her, savoring and loving on her body, leaving no spot untouched. When they are both naked and pressed together, desperate for completion, he pushes up on his elbows and looks down at her. “Birth control?” he asks.
    She cringes. “No, and I don’t have any condoms, either.”
    He jerks his head up and down once, his face determined as he says, “Good. I want to see you with a round belly, growing a little one made of you and me.” He narrows his eyes, daring her to object. “No protection, bébé. I’m going to give you my baby.”
    Once again, Kinsey vaguely wonders if she should be thinking this over, but ultimately, it’s what she wants. “Knock yourself out.” She laughs at his puzzled expression. “It means, go for it. Yes.” With no more preamble, he thrusts inside, and it isn’t long before they’re both flying high, right back on the cloud they’d been dancing on.

    Cole runs a hand through his hair nervously. He knows convincing Kinsey he loves her is going to be an uphill battle but he puts on some proverbial armor and readies himself for the fight. He knocks on the door of the house and waits, hoping he got the address, her sister had given him, correct.
    When it opens, an adorably mussed, sleepy-eyed Kinsey stands in front of him. She looks bewildered for a moment, then the morning fog starts to clear as her eyes widen. Before he can open his mouth to give her his perfectly rehearsed speech, she grabs his shirt and yanks, causing him to stumble into the house. Twisting the fabric in clenched fists, she glares at him. “You better be here to tell me you love me and are moving to Rêves to be with me.”
    Cole’s eyebrows shoot sky high, his face a mask of disbelief, warring with hope, and he can only manage a nod. Her face softens with a smile. “You can grovel later, right now, I just want to be with you.” She takes his hand, and he follows blindly behind her, until they reach a bedroom. If this is a dream , he thinks, please don’t ever let me wake up .

Forcing might be a bit of a stretch.
     

     
    M y sister Kinsey called today. I ignored the sneaky suspicion about why she was calling, until my mother started squawking and clapping, evidently thrilled with whatever Kinsey had to say. The guy she’d been pining over had shown up, and they were engaged. Engaged!
    It was just my luck that Oliver happened to be there when the call came. I eye him suspiciously, trying not to laugh when he winks and wiggles his eyebrows. He holds up seven fingers with an arrogant grin, and I blanch. Was this his doing? No, that’s crazy, right? How could he possibly be orchestrating my sisters’ love lives? I shake the absurd thought out of my head.
    I am easily distracted when he stands, his back muscles rippling and his spectacular ass on display. It certainly doesn’t help that I’m still tingling from when he’d hauled me