Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 33407 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 167(@200wpm)___ 134(@250wpm)___ 111(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33407 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 167(@200wpm)___ 134(@250wpm)___ 111(@300wpm)
Her eyes light up and she pushes at him, indicating she wants to be down. The moment he sets her on the floor, she toddles over to the corner and pulls on her tiny pink guitar. This is their “tars”, which means “guitars”.
The two of them will sit and play music together for hours. He’s been teaching her chords. I’m not sure how much of it she really understands, but she loves spending time with her dad.
He settles on the couch and helps her sit beside him, then the two of them are strumming away together. He’s humming a melody that he’s been playing with a lot lately. His latest album went gold within a few weeks of the release, but he’s already thinking about new songs. I joke that I can’t wash any of his clothes without forty sticky notes going into the machine. Even though it drives me crazy, it’s one more thing I love about this man.
They finish the song and Missy convinces him to play two more before she’s yawning and he puts his foot down. He helps her into the portable crib, settling her with her favorite blanket and stuffed toy.
He’s an amazing father. If he’s not on stage, he’s with me and our girl. Everything he does is for our family. He’s so protective over us.
“Come on now. Into bed for you, too, mama,” he murmurs. He gets me into bed in the back of the bus before disappearing into the kitchenette. When he returns, he pulls the pocket door half-closed. We’ll be able to hear Missy if she stirs, but she’s a hard sleeper.
He joins me in the bed, bringing me a bowl of chocolate ice cream. Lately, it’s been my constant craving. The first thing he does in every new city is find the local grocery store and stock the freezer.
“So yummy,” I whisper as he feeds me little bites.
I’m curled up against his bare chest, listening to his steady heartbeat. His body has changed since we’ve gotten married. Like me, he’s a little bit bigger and a little bit more on the hefty side. But I love the changes to his body. I love how there’s more of him to hold onto. I love how his big body squishes me into the mattress.
After I learned I was pregnant with Missy, I went back into therapy for a little while. I knew I’d need support to cope with my changing body, and I’m so glad I did that. I haven’t done that with this pregnancy yet. But it’s different this time around. I’m more settled and secure in who I am. I’m comfortable with my body, and I love that Zac still adores it.
“You looked really nice tonight backstage,” he tells me. He’s lying, and we both know it. I was a sweaty, hot mess who looked like she’d just been freshly fucked.
“Yeah, well, that’s because I hooked up with a good-looking cowboy,” I answer as he feeds me another bite. Sometimes, I pretend to be a desperate fan. Other times, I’m an inexperienced roadie. Whatever the game, Zac is always more than happy to play along with my fantasies.
He chuckles and I can feel the rumbling vibrations. “Did you now?”
“Mmm-hmm. The cowboy found me sneaking into his dressing room backstage, so he bent me over a table and fucked me hard,” I sigh quietly, replaying tonight’s events. I can’t wait to do that with him again.
“And what happened then?”
“Then he made me watch his show from backstage while his come dripped from my pussy.” Thinking about it is making me so horny. I love it when he talks about breeding my body and how he has to keep filling me up so I can get nice and round for him.
“Sounds naughty.”
“But so hot.”
“Did you learn a lesson about sneaking into the dressing room?” He asks, putting a hand on my thigh and caressing my soft skin. Both pregnancies have made me incredibly horny, and we can’t keep our hands off of each other lately.
“I learned that naughty girls have all the fun,” I answer cheekily.