Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 72669 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 363(@200wpm)___ 291(@250wpm)___ 242(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72669 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 363(@200wpm)___ 291(@250wpm)___ 242(@300wpm)
Masen kept saying she didn’t want to be black and blue for her pictures, and I couldn’t say I disagreed with her. I didn’t want to be reminded of her injuries and the terror I’d felt every time I looked at our wedding photos, either.
However, I was getting impatient.
I wanted her to be officially mine.
We’d been in this weird sort of limbo for a very long time now, and I was ready to finally make her mine.
Our families were also deeply entrenched in helping us renovate the house I was in to make it suitable for not just Masen and me, but the baby we planned to have as well.
Which led us to the baby I had known without a shadow of a doubt we were going to have.
It was like some sixth sense. I just knew. Which was why I’d suggested to Masen that she take a pregnancy test.
“Congrats, man,” Aaron said. “You deserve it.”
I grinned.
“So tell me about this girl I saw you with last night,” I said to my brother.
He shrugged.
“It wasn’t anything special. She was a volunteer at the burn center,” he shrugged. “I just saw her out last night when you and I were picking up that wood and went to talk to her. No big deal.”
If he would’ve said it with some sort intonation, I would’ve believed him. However, he hadn’t. He’d said it almost as if he was bored and didn’t care if he did or didn’t talk about it.
Which meant more than he knew.
Aaron had a girl crush.
I snickered.
Aaron scowled.
Then Masen jumped on my back and waved the stick she’d peed on in my face, only inches away from my nose.
“That’s gross,” I pushed her hand away from me.
She giggled and pressed her lips to my neck as she squealed in excitement and jiggled against my back in a weird shimmy that was strangely erotic.
“Aaron,” I glanced at my brother. “I’ll be right back.”
Aaron gave me a knowing look, but didn’t comment as I walked to Masen’s old bedroom in her grandmother’s house.
We were officially moving her in with me, even though she’d been living with me since she’d been kidnapped.
We weren’t wasting any time, or, at least, I wasn’t.
Walking through the door, I closed it and walked to the bed where I deposited her on her ass and turned around.
Stripping my shirt off my shoulders, her eyes widened.
“What are you doing?” She gasped, scooting back in the bed.
I grabbed her by the ankle.
“Celebrating,” I said, a smile on my lips.
She shook her head. “We can’t,” she shook her head firmly. “Our parents will be here any minute to help us with the move.”
I shrugged.
“Shit happens,” I pulled her down to me against her weak protests.
She licked her lips, and her chest started to rise and fall a little faster as she made a futile attempt to deny me.
It wouldn’t work.
Masen and I, we had a relationship like none other.
We were destined to be together from the minute we laid eyes on each other and nothing would ever change that.
Not long years.
Not separation.
Not death.
We would forever and always be each other’s.
Plus, she couldn’t resist my body.
Or my dick.
Which I proved to her moments later as I roughly yanked her panties off her legs, and threw them onto the floor.
She gasped and widened her legs, giving my first view of the promised land.
“You’re okay to do this?” I froze, suddenly pensive.
She smiled knowingly.
“Yeah, Booth. I’m fine. I promise,” she whispered softly.
I licked my lips, then slowly moved my hands to my pants and lowered them.
My cock popped free, revealing my need for her.
She bit her lip, eyes going from mine to my cock and back.
“You’re happy, then?” She asked.
I slowly crawled up her body.
“About what?” I feigned confusion, pressing a kiss to her collarbone. “Our pending marriage?” Another kiss. “The house?” A kiss to her chin this time. “Or our baby?”
Her breath hiccupped.
“All of those, but the baby most of all,” she whispered.
I smiled down at her, my love for her and our baby hopefully shining in my eyes.
“I’m most excited about that,” I told her, pressing my dick into her pussy. “Didn’t you notice?”
She shook her head.
“You better try to get all you can now,” she teased, pushing her hands into my hair. “Because in about eight months, you’re not going to be getting much spontaneity out of me anymore.”
I growled and pushed into her in one swift movement, filling her so completely that she gasped and arched her back.
My dick felt like it was surrounded by molten lava as I pulled out, then slowly sank back inside.
She felt different now that I knew she was carrying my baby.
It was all mental, of course, but I felt like things had changed.
Or maybe I had changed.
No matter what happened, though, I was so fucking happy I could cry.