Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 82279 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 411(@200wpm)___ 329(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82279 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 411(@200wpm)___ 329(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
Instead of grabbing a glass, she unscrews the cap and chugs it.
When her eyes meet mine, I arch a brow. "You okay?"
She takes another swig before responding. "Yeah, I just needed something in my system."
I smirk with amusement. "Wanna go to the living room and chat?"
"Sure, I’m bringing the Fireball, though."
Nervously, I follow her to the couch. My gut feeling tells me she's going to say thanks, but no thanks, and I wouldn't even blame her. It's a big deal and not something just casually mentioned in passing. Bringing sex into our friendship would change everything.
Still, I'm holding on to hope.
"I've thought a lot about what you asked," she begins as I wipe my sweaty palms down my jeans.
Before continuing, she takes another shot but coughs and makes a face.
"Kate, just tell me," I prompt. "It's okay if you say—"
"Yes," she blurts out.
I grab the bottle and take a drink. Did she really just say yes?
"I'm gonna need you to repeat that," I say once I come up for air.
"I'm agreeing to your proposition."
My brows rise in shock.
"With conditions," she adds. "We're crossing big lines, so we need to have some ground rules."
"I agree," I tell her, my breaths finally steady.
She readjusts on the couch to face me. "This should be kept strictly transactional so neither of us gets hurt. I want us to do everything we can to prevent feelings from entering the picture so it’s less complicated."
As soon as those words leave her mouth, a dagger stabs me in the heart.
Years ago, I came to the conclusion that my feelings for her were one-sided, but I was hoping to be wrong. If Kaitlyn felt anything, she wouldn't be so hell-bent on making sure we stay just friends.
But I’ll live with it.
I suck up my pride and nod in agreement.
"That means no kissing on the mouth," she confirms. "No cutesy romantic pet names. Sex only during ovulation week. Absolutely no dirty talk."
"Oh, come on. You had me until that last one," I tease.
She rolls her eyes with a grin. "If I can fall in love with a fictional character who says good girl, there's no way I can hear it in real life and not get attached."
Leaning back on the sofa, I sigh. "I'll do my best, but no promises. You can't restrict everything I do in bed. Otherwise, I won’t be able to give you what you need, so just be vocal about what you want while we're doing it. I'll keep my lips off yours and avoid the cutesy names, but the rest comes instinctively."
Now she's the one to raise her brows. "Alright. Fair enough, but keep it vanilla."
I snort. "Yeah, sure, okay."
Kaitlyn grabs a throw pillow and chucks it at my head, laughing. "I'm serious!"
I catch it and groan. "Next, you'll tell me no foreplay."
"Actually, I do need that. It helps get me in the mood."
Thank God.
"Even if most of the guys I've been with have sucked at it."
I try to hide my jealousy, but knowing she's not had many good sexual experiences makes me want to give her multiple orgasms.
"You won't have to worry about that with me," I tell her confidently.
She swallows hard, and I notice the way her nipples peak through her shirt.
"I still want you to have a decent time and make you feel good. So let's just agree to always be open and honest. I'll never do anything you don't want, okay?"
She bites down on her lower lip before responding, "Yeah, I can do that."
"Good. Anything else, then?"
"Yeah, you'll need to be on-call during my ovulation cycle. That means when I say it’s time, you’ll drop everything and meet me. I plan to track it, so I'll know two days before it happens, but the key is to do it before ovulating so the sperm is there to meet the egg."
I scratch my cheek, holding back a grin because I do this for a living with horses. "Alright."
"I also think we should put a timeline in place. If I don't get pregnant by the holidays, I'm picking a sperm donor and going that route. That way, we can say we tried, but we're not forced to keep this up. Basically, I want results, or I’m changing gears."
That gives me about six to seven months to knock her up.
"Fair enough," I say, although I hate the thought of that.
"I'm sorry if that sounds selfish, but it's not cheap to do artificial insemination, and that’s what it’d be considered when a doctor injects sperm inside me."
"I understand, Kate. I think my swimmers will get the job done." I flash her a wink.
"I hope so, or I'm writing one scathing review."
I chuckle. "Alright, so what now?"
"Now I'm going to actively track my ovulation, and you’re going to withhold from jerking off every day."
"Seriously?"
"Yes! Women have a small fertilization window each month, so save all your sperm for me."