Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 81845 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 409(@200wpm)___ 327(@250wpm)___ 273(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81845 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 409(@200wpm)___ 327(@250wpm)___ 273(@300wpm)
“Don’t cry,” he whispers into my ear as his hand moves over my back in a soothing motion.
“I don’t know why I’m crying.” I sniff, wiping my face with the back of my hand as I cling to him with the other.
“You’ve had a lot happen in the last few days.” He kisses the top of my head once more then pulls my forehead out of his neck and his eyes scan my face.
“I’m okay,” I whisper, and his head tilts slightly, like he’s saying ‘Yeah right.’ “I promise. It was just a really good orgasm,” I tell him, and he smiles his beautiful smile then rests his lips against my forehead.
“All you have to do is tell me and we’ll leave work early,” he says gently against the skin above my brow.
“I’ll be fine.”
“I know, but I want you to be more than fine, and if I have to hold you hostage in bed for another day to make sure that’s so, then that’s what I’ll do.”
“Sven,” I sigh, closing my eyes.
His hand in my hair at the back of my head tugs gently, and my eyes open back up to meet his concerned ones. “You need rest. The club’ll be fine.”
“You just don’t want me to be there,” I mutter, and he shakes his head.
“I don’t want you there after what happened, but I know that’s not realistic.”
“I—”
“I don’t want you sick,” he cuts me off before I can get any words out. “You can fight me on this all you want, but you need rest.”
“What’s really going on?” I ask, running my fingers down his jaw. “Why the question about moving?”
He moves to help me stand then stands with me and leads me to the bed.
“I’ve been thinking about us,” he tells me as he settles me against him on the bed, my body tucked alongside the length of his.
“Like what?”
“The club was good when I didn’t have any responsibilities outside of myself, but with you, and hopefully—one day—kids, I don’t think that’s true anymore,” he states, and my body goes solid against his.
“I thought you loved your club.”
“I do, or I did,” he mutters, looking across the room.
“Sven,” I call, bringing his gaze back to mine, and then rest my hand against his chest over his heart. “You don’t have to change—”
“I know,” he interrupts, running his fingers softly down my cheek. “I just want more. I don’t know what the next few years will bring, but I know that with you in my life, I don’t want to be working the club ‘til all hours off the night.”
“I’m there with you,” I remind him, and his eyes go soft…softer than I have ever seen them.
“If we have a child, you won’t be, and I don’t want to be a part-time parent like my father was.”
“I can understand that, but you love Vegas.”
“I don’t love Vegas. I love you. Vegas is just the place I moved to because it fit the life I was living. Now it doesn’t fit anymore.”
“And Tennessee fits?” I ask, running my hand up the side of his neck, curving my fingers there.
“It’s a good place to raise a family, the people are nice, and the town I grew up in is somewhere I can see my kids growing up. I want that for them. I want them to grow up in a town where people know who you are and care about you. You’re not just one more person to them.”
“You’ve thrown around the family word a lot in the last few minutes,” I tell him.
His brows pull together then he asks, “What?”
“You keep talking about your kids. Are you pregnant?” I ask, and his lips twitch.
“No, but you could be.”
“I’m not.” I shake my head in denial. “You know I had my period.”
“That was last month,” he mutters.
“Okay, there is a slim chance monthly that I could become pregnant, but if you’re doing all of this on the thought of me being pregnant right now, please don’t. Take your time and think about this, and if in the end you want to move, I’ll go with you.”
“This isn’t something I just came up with. It’s something I’ve been thinking about for a few months now.”
“We weren’t even together a few months ago.”
“You weren’t in my bed, but there wasn’t a time I didn’t think of you as mine. I was just waiting for you to catch up.”
Feeling my heart grow warm, I lean forward and rest my mouth against his then whisper, “What am I going to do with you?” as tears fill my eyes.
“We’ll have a whole lifetime to figure it out.” He kisses me softly then tucks my face into his neck. I couldn’t fathom this moment a few months ago. I had no idea this kind of relationship, this kind of love, was even possible, but having it now, I know I will do everything within my power to make sure I always have it.