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  Permanent Bliss

  A Bliss Series Companion Novella

  Copyright © 2014 by BJ Harvey

  Edited by Jennifer Roberts-Hall

  Cover Designed by BJ Harvey

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  Table of Contents

  DEDICATION

  PROLOGUE – “HOW LONG WILL I LOVE YOU”

  CHAPTER 1: “WHEN I GROW UP”

  CHAPTER 2: “FAITHFULLY”

  CHAPTER 3: “LAST FRIDAY NIGHT”

  CHAPTER 4: “WILD WILD LOVE”

  CHAPTER 5: “HAPPY”

  CHAPTER 6: “BE OKAY”

  CHAPTER 7: “THIS IS HOW WE ROLL”

  CHAPTER 8: “MY GIRL”

  CHAPTER 9 – “MARRY YOU”

  EPILOGUE

  BONUS CONTENT – WHEN MAC MET DANIEL (CHAPTER 2 OF TEMPORARY BLISS) IN DANIEL’S POV

  BONUS CONTENT – MAC & DANIEL’S FIRST CHRISTMAS

  COMING SOON FROM BJ HARVEY

  ABOUT BJ HARVEY

  Dedication

  To SP & PP

  The two best behind the scenes personal cheerleaders a girl could ever have

  I cherish our friendship and nightly chats

  I look forward to the day the three of us can sit down with a bottle or two

  and laugh ourselves silly.

  Thank you for being you.

  Thank you for accepting me as I am,

  Potty mouth, dirty mind, TG and all.

  Prologue – “How Long Will I Love You”

  Mac – Twenty months earlier

  Since the guys got back from the bar, my dad won’t stop smiling at me. I’m thinking he’s drunk. I mean, he’s no spring chicken anymore, so I’m guessing that after a few hours and a few brews, he’s toasted.

  Maybe he’s getting all sappy because his baby girl is twenty-five years old. Fuck knows, but it’s starting to freak me out. Mom is just mom, always rubbing my belly and talking to ‘her babies’ as she calls them. And the babies are kicking the shit out of me and doing what feels like triple somersaults inside of me. Fun and games.

  The baby shower is awesome, but god I’m tired. I’m so fucking tired that I can’t wait to get home and relax. I might try squeezing into our tub, even if it means Superman has to hoist me out like a stranded whale. The embarrassment is the price I’ll pay for half an hour of weightless heaven.

  “You okay, gorgeous?” Daniel asks, taking a seat on the couch beside me.

  “I will be in about half an hour when I’m stranded in the tub again.”

  He laughs and wraps his arm around me. I rest my head on his shoulder, one of my favorite places to be in the world.

  “I’m looking forward to swooping in and saving your beautiful naked body from your nightly tub predicament, but unfortunately, Mom and Dad’s car broke down, so I need to go take them home. I’ve talked to Kate, and she’s going to take the L with you and make sure you get home safe. I’m sorry gorgeous, but I’m the closest, and Dad hates Triple A.”

  “It’s fine. But can’t I catch a cab? I don’t think I’ve got enough energy to ride the L tonight.”

  “The L goes straight to our place and will be quicker. Kate will help, and all of your presents and the baby gifts are in my car … well, what I could squeeze in. The rest will stay here with Kate until I can do another trip.”

  “I suppose. You owe me for this, you know that, right?”

  “I’ll give you anything, anywhere, anytime.”

  “Really?” I say very slowly, the cogs in my head turning at warp speed. “That’s a rather big promise, Danny boy. You sure you can deliver on such a big promise?” I ask, smirking at him.

  He growls before leaning over and kissing me, deliberately teasing me with his tongue until he pulls away and rests his forehead against mine, looking into my eyes. My libido just jumped from nay to yay in 0.1 seconds, and now he’s leaving me for an hour or two. Well, this sucks!

  “Cock tease,” he murmurs against my lips as he gives me the softest of lip touches that I swear I can feel between my legs.

  “Pussy tease,” I whisper, licking my lips and grazing his.

  “Pleased to be of service. Love you, and you two be nice to Mommy.” He kisses me, then leans down and kisses my belly before standing. He walks over to the kitchen where Kate and my parents are tidying up the last of the dishes, and I see a strange look exchanged between Kate and Daniel. Hmm, wonder what’s up with that?

  “Mac, you ready to get going? I think there’s a train in fifteen minutes if you want to try make it. Your parents are leaving, so they said they can drop us at the station.”

  “Can’t they just drop me home? Then you don’t have to leave here. I’m sure Zander is due back soon?”

  “Zan’s having dinner with Zach, so he won’t be home until late.”

  “Yeah, and we … ah, we have to get back to the farm. Feed the animals and all that,” my dad says rather quickly. I swear to God everyone around me has gone crazy. I thought it was the pregnant one who got baby brain.

  “You guys are all acting really strange, but I’ll go along with this harebrained plan. But you,” I point at Kate and narrow my eyes, “will have to stand up with me if I’m too big to sit down on the train, and you do not have permission to laugh at the round pregnant woman who has to be rolled down the aisle, okay?”

  She sniggers and nods. “Okay. I promise not to laugh in your face.”

  “Good enough.” I grin back at her.

  Ten minutes later, Kate and I are standing at the platform waiting for the train to take me the three blocks to our apartment. Yes, our apartment. There is no way I’m moving back in with Kate. She’s happy playing house with Zander, and Daniel and I are more than happy to stay in our apartment until after the babies arrive. Then we’ll reevaluate.

  Finally, our train arrives, and I waddle in like a big bellied duck, thankfully finding a bench seat to plant my ass in without any rolling required. Kate takes a seat beside me and suddenly seems really nervous.

  “Hon, what’s up? You’ve been acting weird since Daniel left. You okay? Is it Zander?” I put my hand on her lap, and she looks up at me and she looks like a kid that’s been caught with their hand in the cookie jar. I see her tapping her heel nervously on the vinyl floor and she keeps crossing and uncrossing her legs.

  “I’m fine, why do you ask?”

  “No reason.” I shrug my shoulders. This night has just been one weird thing after another. There must be a full moon or something.

  The train stops and a big group of people hop on, obviously heading out for the night.

  “Any plans for tomorrow?” Kate asks me, looking very distracted.

  “At this stage, I’ll be sleeping in and lying on the couch. These babies don’t let me get away with much anymore. I’m too big, and I’m exhausted easily. Don’t get me started on the creative sex we have these days.”

  “La la la, don’t want to know!” Kate says, putting her fingers in her ears, which just makes me burst out laughing. She loo
ks up and nods, then stands suddenly. “I’ve just got to go somewhere, quick. I’ll be back.” She takes off down the train. What the fuck?

  I turn back around to see Daniel standing in front of me.

  “Daniel, why are you here? I thought you were helping your parents?” I ask, confused as all hell.

  “I lied.” He shrugs his shoulders, offering me a bemused grin.

  “You lied?”

  “Yep.”

  “Why?” My body tenses and I glare at him.

  “There’s something I need to do.”

  “Something you need … what the fuck, Daniel? Everyone is acting strange, and I’m so not in the mood for whatever shit is going down. I just want to go home, have a bath, and—”

  I stop breathing when he bends down on one knee in front of me and takes my hand in his.

  “Mac, eleven months, three days, twenty-three hours and forty-one minutes. That is how long you’ve been in my life. It also marks the day when you threw your phone across the train to get my attention.” I open my mouth to argue, but he gives me a stern look that says ‘don’t you dare’.

  “As I was saying, that night I was captivated by your smart wit and that sexy smile. Since then, I’ve thanked God every day for letting you open your heart to me, and for making me fall in love with you.” My eyes start to fill with tears. He pauses for a second and pulls a small packet of tissues from his pocket. “I thought you might need these.”

  “Superhero,” I mouth to him, earning that panty melting grin of his that makes me wet every single time he flashes it at me. By now we’ve got a silent crowd surrounding us, riveted at such a public display occurring on a Saturday night train ride.

  “We’re a family now, and we’re just starting our lives together, the four of us.” He places our combined hands on my belly and wouldn’t you know it, one of the little ninja babies kicks right on cue, making us both laugh quietly.

  He clears his throat, and our eyes meet. I’m struck by the emotion I see staring back at me. This man is mine, and he wants to make sure that I’m his.

  “You call me your superhero. If I am, I only have superpowers because of the strength and love you give me. I will be your lover, your best friend and a super daddy to our terrible twosome.”

  Happy tears are streaming down my face now. Just ask me the question, dammit!

  “So eleven months, three days, twenty-three hours and forty-two minutes ago I started falling in love with you and this afternoon I asked your father a question, and with his permission, I can now ask you. Will you do me the honor of becoming my wife, the mother to my children, and my soul mate until we’re old and gray and wrinkly in all the wrong places?”

  I sit there in shock, my hand enclosed in his as his other hand reaches into his shirt pocket and pulls out a turquoise Tiffany’s box with the signature white silk ribbon. He opens the box to reveal the most gorgeous ring I’ve ever seen, and I gasp at its beauty. A huge diamond flanked by two smaller stones, a pink diamond and a sapphire. Then it dawns on me that there is one for each child.

  My hand shakes in his as I struggle to keep my composure. Time stands still as he looks at me, his eyes soft and full of love.

  I’ve never thought about this happening to me, even when I’d fallen in love with the beautiful man kneeling in front of me. This is the kind of thing that happens to other people, never me. You read about big dramatic proposals where the woman is swept off her feet, but this is more than all of those moments put together because this is happening to me, and the man that I love more than life itself is looking at me, patiently waiting for my answer. I can see the worry in his face; he’s expecting a level ten Mac freak out. Well, he’s about to get the surprise of his life.

  I swallow down the huge lump in my throat. “Yes,” I answer, my voice quivering as another tear falls down my cheek. “Yes!” I yell, leaning forward into Daniel’s waiting arms.

  “Abso-fucking-lutely,” I whisper against his lips as I kiss him hard. This is not a polite, public peck. No, this moment deserves more than that. This is a full on, passionate, no holds barred kiss. I pour everything I have into this kiss, leaving him no doubt as to the certainty of my answer.

  I sit back in my seat as he slips the gorgeous rock on my finger. He stands and holds out his hand for me, pulling me up and enveloping me in a huge hug. The crowd around us cheers loudly as Kate suddenly appears beside us.

  “Congratulations, hon.”

  “You ... you … God, you were in on this, weren’t you?”

  She gives me a sly smile, and I pull her into our hug.

  Best birthday ever!

  Chapter 1: “When I Grow Up”

  Mac

  Are you sitting down? You’ll need to be.

  Brace yourself because it’s still sinking in for me, and I’ve had a year and two kids to get used to the idea.

  I, Makenna Lewis, am getting married. Wed. Hitched. Becoming someone’s ball & chain. Speaking of balls, Daniel’s will be in my purse for the rest of his life. Nice thought, isn’t it?

  Who would have thought that me, the eternal bachelorette repulsed by anything resembling an emotional commitment with a man, would meet her match.

  But what a damn fine match he is.

  I’m lying in bed, relishing in the deathly quiet house which, believe me, is a very rare occurrence these days.

  Raking my eyes down the toned expanse of male back in front of me, I can’t resist the urge to touch the warm skin that tempts me. I mean, hello? If Daniel fucking Winters was lying face down, naked as the day he was born in your bed, wouldn’t you want to touch him? Do more than touch him? Exactly, I thought as much.

  But hands off! He’s mine!

  Well, he will be in exactly fourteen days, eight hours and thirty-five minutes.

  And for the next thirty minutes or so, I plan on reminding him just why he’s marrying me.

  One of the reasons anyway.

  Propping my head up on my bent arm, I place my hand on his smooth chest and slowly run my fingers down his body, watching them rise and fall as he continues to feign sleep. Yes, I know he’s awake. The fact that he’s deathly quiet and his mouth is closed proves that fact. But I’ll let him continue the charade for as long as he is able to because in exactly five minutes or less my mouth is going to be occupying him. And there is no way Superman can resist tangling his fingers in my hair while he watches me take his cock in my mouth.

  Slowly moving my body down the bed, I trail my hand down to his hip, my finger tracing that delectable V that all women dream to have on their men. I’m one of the lucky ones who gets that daily, nightly … actually, whenever the twins let us. Anyway, back to the object at hand.

  I decide to tease him, test his dedication to this pretend sleep business. I circle his now straining cock with my hand, wrapping my fingers around him and stroking up and down achingly slow before releasing him and running my hand back up his abs.

  “Don’t you fucking dare, gorgeous,” he murmurs huskily. The edge in his voice only serves to turn me on even more, so I decide it’s time to invite my mouth to the party. Bending my head down, I pepper his torso with wet, open-mouthed kisses as I move the short distance down to his pelvis.

  “You want me to finish this?” I whisper just before I run the point of my tongue down his entire length, taking time to kiss him around the base gently, then moving my mouth back to the head of his cock and wrapping my lips around him.

  “Fuck! Please! I fucking love your mouth.”

  I hum in approval as I bob my head up and down, increasing my speed as I lift my body up onto my knees beside him.

  “I’m going to have to make you pay for waking me up.”

  I pull my mouth off him and turn my head to meet his gaze, running my tongue around the tip and watching as his head drops back against his pillow with a groan. “Making me come isn’t exactly a punishment, Superman.”

  He reaches over and grabs my hips, swinging them over his body so my knees ar
e positioned on either side of his head. “Didn’t say how many times I’d do it, Mac. And besides, I’m starving and now I want breakfast in bed …”

  Before I can give a smart ass retort, he buries his face in my pussy, spearing his tongue inside me as his chin rubs against my clit, the friction of his stubble sending a fantastic jolt of pleasure through me. “Holy shit.”

  I decide to take up the challenge, doubling my efforts as I take him deep, swallowing around him and relishing in the full body shudder it causes. Not to be outdone, I feel Daniel’s hands move around to my ass and pull me impossibly close as he tilts my hips and circles my clit with the tip of his tongue before sucking it hard, thrusting two fingers inside me at the same time. Unable to take anymore, I lay my head on his thigh as I cry out his name, my orgasm wracking my body. He continues to lick and suck slowly as I come back down to earth, catching my breath and quietly whimpering in satisfaction.

  Before I know what’s happening, he’s pushing my legs forward and sitting up behind me, his arms wrapped around my chest and his hands cupping his favorite body part, my breasts. Suddenly I’m being lifted up as he thrusts his cock deep inside me, causing my head to drop back onto his shoulder and a guttural moan to escape my mouth.

  “Gorgeous, you’re so wet. I love the feel of your pussy wrapped around my cock, almost as good as your mouth.” I tense my kegels around him and he growls in response. “Okay, better than your mouth. Much fucking better.”

  “Less … talk … more … sex,” I pant as we hit our stride, my hips dropping just as he bucks his up, pushing his impossibly hard length all the way inside me.

  One of his hands teases my hard nipple while the other glides down between my legs as he frames my clit with two fingers and rubs hard, catapulting me head first into a second mind blowing orgasm. He thrusts himself to the hilt and releases inside me with a rumbling growl, my name an epitaph on his lips as he kisses my back and wraps his arms around my waist, taking me with him when he collapses back onto the bed.