Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 27597 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 138(@200wpm)___ 110(@250wpm)___ 92(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27597 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 138(@200wpm)___ 110(@250wpm)___ 92(@300wpm)
“Come inside me, Daddy,” I half-scream, half-sob. “Please.”
“You know I will, angel,” he pants, his fingers biting into my wrists. His growl reaching my ears when he says, “You know damn well I’ll get you pregnant and laugh while I send him the announcement.” His hips pump deep and hold, hold, grind until I pop, shuddering, moaning down at the mattress while my body remains inches above the mattress, impaled and trembling through the roller coaster of release, wave after golden wave setting me free, along with his threat. Or promise. Whatever we’ve just engaged in.
And when I collapse face down, struggling to catch my breath, I also encounter a warm, rosy glow, head to toe. All-encompassing contentment. When his fingertips begin a slow stroke of my spine, I turn my head to look at him, finding him gloriously disheveled for the first time. Gazing at me with unabashed reverence.
I’m sure that’s how I’m looking back at him. Like he gave me wings.
Through the most unconventional means possible.
“I’m starting to think there’s a method to your madness,” I whisper.
He plants a kiss beneath my ear, lingering a moment. “You are my madness, Ashley.”
CHAPTER 13
Caleb
Ashley is inside of her house, collecting things to spend the night when I get the phone call from Chicago. I’m loath to take my eyes off her silhouette where it moves in the bedroom she’s supposed to share with that bastard, but I locate my phone in the console of my truck, answering with urgency when I see the name.
“What do you have for me?”
A few minutes later, I hang up just in time for Ashley to walk out of the house, her overnight bag in hand. I almost break my neck getting out of the truck to carry it for her, as it should be. I don’t care if she’s only walking twenty yards, I transport her bag in one hand and hold her hand in the other, opening the passenger door and making sure she’s buckled in and cozy before I close it.
This woman is one in a billion.
Her man better damn well act like it.
And after that phone call?
Her man is exactly what I’m going to be. Officially.
You have no idea what’s waiting for you at home, Waylon.
Hint: it ain’t going to be your wife.
As far as I’m concerned, Ashley is already my wife. I can’t even glance at her from the driver’s side without my heart slamming against my jugular. She’s a phenomenon. An explosion of characteristics, some of which she’s still discovering herself. She’s tough, brave, funny, beautiful, sweet, mean, a little kinky—
Still got a fire smoldering in my belly after the shit she said to me. Jesus.
The flames are never going to extinguish around her, because she fans them simply by smiling. By shifting that gorgeous backside in her seat. Blinking. Breathing. Existing. Just when I think this obsession can’t run any deeper, another cavern opens up inside of me and a deeper kind of crazy floods in.
“Could I write for a little while when we get to your place?” she says, looking over at me, the new sparkle in her eyes nearly stealing my concentration. “I feel…inspired. Like I could design an entirely new fictional world.” Her laughter is totally unfettered. Musical and free. “Anything seems possible.”
“You don’t have to ask me for permission, angel,” I say, stopping at a red light. “If you want to write, write.”
I’m not prepared for Ashley to launch herself across the truck, wrapping her arms around my neck. “I’m so happy.”
Can she feel my heart going eight hundred miles an hour? I press a hard kiss to her temple, then her mouth. “This is how it’s going to stay,” I promise gruffly, winding our tongues together until there’s a polite tap of the horn behind us. “Just like this.”
She melts back into her seat, a furrow slowly forming between her brows. “How, Caleb? He’s going to be back tomorrow. I can’t just…stay with you, as much as I want that. He still holds the cards when it comes to my family. The farm.”
I keep my eyes on the road. “Do you trust me, Ash—”
“Yes,” she says, no hesitation.
“Thank you,” I say, reaching over to massage her upper thigh. “If he wants to take you away from me, he better bring a fucking army. It’s not happening.” I ride my hand higher and grip her cunt, allowing possessiveness to spread like wildfire inside of me. “He’ll never have you.” Red mists my vision. “And he’ll never have this.”
“No.” She opens her thighs to accommodate more of my hand. “Only you.”
I mold her pussy roughly. “Because you chose to give it to me.”
“Yes,” she whimpers.
One more squeeze, then I pat her mound gently. “Good girl.”
Ashley
The next day, I stand in front of the full-length mirror, and I barely recognize myself.