Total pages in book: 43
Estimated words: 41621 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 208(@200wpm)___ 166(@250wpm)___ 139(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 41621 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 208(@200wpm)___ 166(@250wpm)___ 139(@300wpm)
She gazes down at me with our lips almost touching. “Rutger,” she says again.
I’m grinding against her, but I need a free hand if I want her to feel as good as I do. I press her back against the tree.
“If someone comes this way, we’ll be seen,” she says.
“Do you think I’d let anyone see you like that?” I ask, shoving the hair out of her eyes.
I bury my face in her neck, licking and nipping and tasting my way to her mouth, where I can sink into a deep kiss. There’s nothing left for me to hold back. No secrets.
At last, I can completely belong to Tess.
My fingers find her clit through her underwear. I roll and pinch the way she showed me as she gasps against me.
“I love you,” I say.
But I can’t wait to be inside her. I hook my finger in her panties and jerk them aside. Two of my fingers slide inside easily.
She’s ready for me. It’s like she’s always ready for me, the way I’m always ready for her.
Tess grabs my cock and guides me to her entrance.
Our eyes are locked together as I shove my way inside. We are filled with each other, me and Tess. Home with each other. Together forever.
Chapter 11
Tess
The first week after Rutger signed the lease, I was tense. I kept expecting Don Patron to come back, or send cops to arrest us, or something like that.
But everything stayed quiet, and I guess that makes sense.
Criminals don’t like bringing their actions to the attention of the authorities. Particularly those who like to hide behind legitimate enterprises and a facade of respectability.
More than that, I think Don’s pride was a lot more wounded than his shattered jaw.
He’d never admit to anyone that he lost a girl, much less a fight.
After a quiet week, I accepted the truth: I was finally safe.
Everything feels a lot brighter in the forest now that I know nothing can take me away. The students have started drawing me with smiles on my face. Their art makes me look like I’m floating on cloud nine.
But I still feel kind of queasy, and I’m not sure why.
The huge breakfasts Rutger makes me suddenly feel too hard to eat. I had to leave the table this morning to rush to the bathroom. Rutger held my hair back as I threw up. “It was probably the chicken we ate with the artists last night,” I told him.
But now, with the late afternoon sun streaming through the window, I’m sitting alone in the bathroom looking at a pregnancy test that Lindsay had to run into town to buy for me.
It has two pink lines in the window. According to the instructions (which I’ve read six times in a row), that means I’m knocked up.
I must have gotten pregnant from the first time we fucked, or close enough to it.
I’m not surprised, honestly.
Call me crazy, but I swear that I felt his sperm colonizing my uterus. I bet his sperm are huge and forceful just like him. They probably treated my egg like little battering rams and slammed it straight into my uterus where it could grow.
Rutger and I are going to have a family.
“You’re gonna be a big sissy,” I tell Frida, tickling her belly.
Rutger comes home only a few minutes later, holding a bag and grinning. “They gave me stuff,” he says proudly. He sets it on the back of the couch and starts pulling things out one at a time to show me, like he’s a kid home from school showing me everything he did. “Pastels. Charcoal. A bunch of newsprint. Lindsay says I can come to classes any time.”
“That’s amazing,” I say.
Something in my voice or face gives me away.
Rutger kneels before me, cupping my hand in his cheek. “What’s wrong?” he asks. There’s an alluring thread of danger to the question.
He’s ready to fight the entire world for me.
“Nothing is wrong. In fact…it’s totally the opposite.” I take out the test and show it to him.
At first, he looks confused.
I point to the instructions on the box. “This says that one line means not pregnant,” I say. “But two lines mean—”
I don’t get to finish.
He silently picks me up and holds me tightly. The rumbling in his chest is almost like a lion purring. After a minute, I realize he’s saying, “My babies, my babies.” He crushes me close, and I crush him close, and we rock together, savoring the moment.
Rutger kisses me deeply, tongue plunging into my mouth to lay claim to every corner of it. He bundles my hair in his hands. He guides my head to the angles he wants, leaving me helpless to his love.
When he finally pulls away, his eyes are bright with emotion.
“Thank you,” he says.
“You stole my words,” I say, pushing him back to sit on the couch. I fit myself on top of his lap with my thighs to either side of his. I’m still not used to the sensation of his massive erection pressed up against my cunt.