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)
I pop a brow and lick my lips, not giving in to her seduction.
“Ya need anything else?” I ask before setting a big fluffy towel on the counter.
“Just to be fucked hard and ruthlessly.” She flashes a knowing smirk, and I know walking away from her will be the hardest thing I ever do.
“It’s not gonna work, Kate,” I tell her, stepping backward toward the door. “Let me know when you’re ready to get out of the tub, and I’ll come help you.”
She grabs a bar of soap and chunks it at my head, missing me by inches. It hits the bathroom door with a thud and falls to the floor.
“What the hell was that for?” I snap.
“Just makin’ sure you’re paying attention,” she quips with a devious grin.
I grab the bar of soap and take it with me so she can’t black my eye with it when I return.
Needing my own release, I go to my room and strip out of my jeans. Once I lie back on the bed, I roughly grip myself. Then I stroke my cock hard and fast as the image of Kaitlyn touching herself repeats in my head. Her trying to seduce me is something I’ll never forget, even if it was only because she wanted to get laid. As guttural groans escape my throat, I imagine tasting her sweet cunt. When the orgasm rips through me, I picture Kaitlyn on top of me, squeezing her pussy as she milks every drop of come out of me.
“Goddammit,” I whisper, knowing I won’t be able to control my willpower much longer.
The last thing I’ll be able to survive is getting my heart broken by the woman who will always hold it.
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
KAITLYN
Christmas with my family is a tradition I live for.
More food than a person can eat.
Decorations hang around every inch of the house.
Full stockings and wrapped presents cover the floor under the tree.
It's basically a Hallmark film.
There's always holiday music or a movie playing.
Grandpa's always stealing cookies before they've cooled.
Grandma's snagging a baby to hold all night.
People are spread out all over, snacking on food and eggnog.
The house echoes with laughter and fun story times.
And I love every second.
Luckily, this year is no different.
The only vast change is I'm pregnant and will be included in all the baby talk for once. Ivy's due to pop in less than two months, and since she's having twins, she's gotten uncomfortably big. Kane set his plate on her belly and thanked her for holding it for him. I thought the death glare she gave would set him on fire.
Payton knows better than to do something like that, considering I'm still struggling with my body's changes. I'm excited we're having a baby, but between the hormones and feeling huge all the time, I didn’t anticipate feeling insecure.
"We need to plan your shower, Kaitlyn," my mom tells me over dessert.
We started eating an hour ago, but we're still munching on all the sweets Maize baked.
"Well, we're registered, so feel free to plan away," I sing-song. Everyone in my family loves parties and will use any excuse to throw them.
"Did you pick a theme for the nursery yet?" Grandma asks.
"Well, I don't know if you'd call it a theme, but I wanted cute forest animals—bunnies, squirrels, foxes—and Payton wants deer. But not the Bambi type, the big bucks that you hunt. With arrows and guns."
A round of gasps echoes, and Payton glowers at me.
"Veto," Grandma says. "Sorry, honey, but killin’ animals isn't exactly an appropriate theme."
I chuckle at Payton's embarrassment.
"That's not what I suggested." He directs his gaze at me.
"Close enough!" I argue. "A hunter hiding in the bushes while aiming his gun at a deer drinking from a pond is traumatic!"
"It was much cuter than she's makin' it out to be," he argues.
"My granddaughter will not be surrounded with camouflage anything. Sorry, Payton. Gotta agree with everyone else." My mom tries to give him a little sympathy, but it's not working.
Knox comes over, chuckling as he shoves cake into his big mouth. "Amateur."
Payton rolls his eyes.
"You'll eventually learn. They don't really want our opinion."
"That's not true," I argue. "Well, perhaps it is for you because you suck, but Payton actually has great suggestions."
"Ignore him," Hadleigh says, squeezing her way through the crowd of people. For her third time being pregnant, she looks amazing. "He's just annoyed I won't let him hang dead animals in our house."
"Ew."
"You weren't complainin’ when y'all came over and ate that yummy as fuck deer sausage a few weeks ago."
I laugh because he has a point. I'll eat it, but I don't want to see it.
Payton and I find a couch to sit on while we watch a Christmas movie. Dad's passing out beer, and Mom's pouring the spiked eggnog. When Dad offers one to Payton, he passes.