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)
After my lunch break, I head back to the training facility and chat with my parents. I'm working with Malice still, who's been extra stubborn and salty lately. Perhaps she's mirroring her mood to match mine.
When I get to my desk, there's a box with my name on it. My dad likes to play little pranks on me, so I'm wary about whether I should open it or not.
Curiosity gets the best of me, and I rip off the tape, cautiously opening it in case a flying snake shoots out at me. Instead, I see a bottle of prenatal vitamins.
There's a Post-it note attached.
I read these are good to take while conceiving and searched for the best brand and flavor. Take two a day after breakfast. And drink lots of water! Don't need my pain in the ass BM getting dehydrated.
His sweet and thoughtful gesture has me grinning like a fool, even while calling me names. Since I usually grab breakfast at the B&B or eat a snack a couple of hours later, having these here will remind me to take them. As long as I can keep them hidden for a while. Knowing he wants this baby as much as I do makes it even more special.
Kaitlyn: Thanks for the vitamins...if I don't get pregnant, we're suing.
Payton: I don't think it works that way. But you're welcome.
Kaitlyn: Meet at the B&B for dinner?
He wasn't able to break away for lunch, so I went home and warmed up some leftovers. I don't think either of us will be up for cooking tonight since we need to go grocery shopping.
Payton: Sure will, around 6.
Kaitlyn: Okay, see ya then, BD!
Since I just ate, I open the bottle and take out two of the gummies. They actually do taste decent.
Kaitlyn: Payton and I are coming for dinner tonight. Will you still be working?
Maize: Yeah, one of my cooks called in sick so I'm pulling a double.
Kaitlyn: Oh, that sucks. I'm sorry. What's on the menu?
Maize: I had a feeling you were gonna ask.
I smirk because she knows me too well.
Maize: Buttermilk fried chicken, homemade mac 'n cheese, and banana pudding.
Kaitlyn: Oh my God, I'm already drooling.
Maize: Save it for your man.
Kaitlyn: Ha! Joke’s on you, I don't have one.
Maize: Mm-hmm. Pretty disappointed I never got a sex update, by the way.
We've been at the B&B plenty since then, but it wasn't something I could talk about with Payton around. Plus, we’re so busy with work and finalizing paperwork for the horse rescue, that I don't always remember to text back.
Kaitlyn: That's because I was in a sex coma. Got a negative test, though. So we'll be trying again in a week or two.
Maize: Sorry it was negative, but I'm sure all the banging will cheer you up. I just know that man knows how to fuck.
Jesus Christ, she's going to put the dirty thoughts of him back in my head for the rest of the day.
Kaitlyn: The man definitely does...
Maize: How many times did you guys do it?
Kaitlyn: Like two or three times a day for a week.
Maize: It's not unheard of to take a few months, sometimes more. I know you want this badly, but be patient, and hell, enjoy the amazing sex.
Oh don't worry, I am.
CHAPTER TEN
PAYTON
TEN DAYS LATER
Just as I wake up, I roll over and spread my hand across the cold spot on the bed next to me. It’s been too long since another body has warmed it. Kaitlyn comes to mind, and my cock begs to be stroked. Wanting to save my sperm for her, I push the thoughts away and wait for my boner to disappear.
When I finally get up, I go straight to the bathroom and then head to the kitchen. Kaitlyn’s got a bag of whole coffee beans and the grinder on the counter. She’s fiddling with it, still dressed in a thin T-shirt and bright white panties. I purposely make a noise so I don’t startle her, and she turns to face me as I enter the kitchen. It’s been nearly a month since Kaitlyn moved in, and I can hardly imagine her not living here forever.
Her eyes land on the chubby in my joggers, and her plump lips turn up into a smirk. That’s when I notice her nipples poking through the slinky fabric like pebbles.
“Well good mornin’,” she taunts, placing a hand on her hip. I keep my inappropriate thoughts to myself and silently repeat the rules.
“Mornin’. You need some help?”
Kaitlyn bites on her bottom lip. “Yeah, but let’s start with this coffee bean grinder. How the hell do you turn it on?”
Just a few short steps and I’m pressing down on the reservoir of beans, which makes the blade spin.
“I see,” she says, moving forward to finish the job. She pulls the top off and looks at the fresh grounds. “Oh my God, it smells so good.”