Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 90337 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 452(@200wpm)___ 361(@250wpm)___ 301(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90337 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 452(@200wpm)___ 361(@250wpm)___ 301(@300wpm)
I walk her through the key points—the financial terms, timeline, confidentiality agreements, custody arrangement, etc. She asks sharp questions about everything from medical expenses to education funds, proving she’s as smart and savvy as I thought.
“The timeline is aggressive,” she finally says as she recrosses her legs, treating me to another tempting glimpse of her upper thighs. “You want us to start trying next week?”
“As I mentioned, my mother doesn’t have much time left.”
She nods. Sighs. “Right. Okay, but I need to check with my doctor to see if it’s safe for me to start trying right after my IUD is removed. It’ll probably take a day or two to get into the office for an appointment, and I should take a few days to think anyway. I’m fine with being an impulsive person most of the time, but this is a big decision. I’ll need to talk it over with a friend.”
“The confidentiality agreement,” I remind her. “I don’t want anyone else to know about this.”
“Well, tough,” she says, draining the last of her drink before setting it on the coffee table and popping to her feet. She sways the slightest bit before steadying herself and collecting the contract from the couch cushion. “I’m a verbal processor, and I need to process verbally. My friends are my family. They love me and want what’s best for me, and I trust them to shoot straight with me if I’m being an idiot.”
My lips press into a tight line. I don’t like the thought of one of her friends knowing our secret, but I can see where she’s coming from. I don’t have many friends, but those I do are like brothers-in-arms. I would trust Anthony with my life, and Weaver and I are growing close, as well.
But then, that’s another reason I don’t want Elaina talking to her friends from Maine. If she tells Anthony’s fiancée, Maya, or Weaver’s fiancée, Sully, about this, there’s no way they’ll be able to keep from telling their soon-to-be husbands. Our lives are already too interconnected. It will likely make avoiding each other in the future complicated.
And yes, I’m open to cutting ties with my friends, if that’s the only way to make this work.
But if possible, I’d prefer to avoid it.
“Is there anyone you can speak to who isn’t part of this community?” I ask, following Elaina as she collects her sandals in one hand and starts toward the door. “If we’re successful, I don’t want our mutual friends to know I had anything to do with your pregnancy. That’s why there’s a clause in the contract dictating that you can’t reveal the identity of the child’s father to anyone, and why we’ll need to be discreet while we’re in the city. We won’t draw attention to the fact that we’re living together or spend time together outside the apartment unless we’re going to visit my mother.”
Elaina’s nose wrinkles as she steps into her shoes. “How romantic.” She hurries on before I can speak, “Yeah, yeah, I know it’s not about romance. But I’m not going to sit around your apartment all the time, waiting for you to put your dick in me. I’d go stir crazy on the first day. I will be going out and doing things. I’ll just avoid places where I might run into a friend.”
“That sounds fair,” I agree. “You won’t be a prisoner. But you will make yourself available to me on days when conception is most likely.”
She rolls her eyes before cooing in a patronizing tone, “Yes, Hunter, if I agree to this, I will make myself available to you. I will be so available you can call in sick to work and stay buried in my pussy all day long, if you want.”
Her tone is grating, but the thought isn’t unpleasant.
Not unpleasant at all…
“I make my own hours,” I say, settling a hand on her hip as my cock thickens. “Finding the time to be buried inside you won’t be a problem.”
“Good,” she whispers, the hunger in her eyes making me think she’s finding this conversation as arousing as I am. “See you later, crazy. I’ll have an answer for you by Wednesday, after the wedding. And I’ll find someone to talk to who doesn’t know you or your friends.”
“Wedding?” I ask. “I thought that was tonight.”
“Yeah, it was, but now Maya and Anthony have decided to get hitched while everyone’s here. On Tuesday night,” she says, reaching for the door. “Apparently, they’re knocked up, too. I’m sure you’ll get an invite now that they’ve decided to pull the trigger, since you and Anthony are close. So…yeah, I’ll let you know Wednesday? If that works.”
“It does, but Elaina?” She pauses with her hand on the knob, glancing back at me with an arched brow. “If you need another day or two to consider all the variables, I can give you until Friday. I need you to be one hundred percent sure of your decision before you sign. Once we start this, there’s no going back.”