Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 90290 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 451(@200wpm)___ 361(@250wpm)___ 301(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90290 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 451(@200wpm)___ 361(@250wpm)___ 301(@300wpm)
“That’s my girl.” I’m mindful of what she said about talking dirty and filter all my words to G-rated things. Parenting is going to be tough.
“Noah . . .”
“Do you need me to finish you off?” She’s on the cusp, but the orgasm she’s hungry for is holding itself at bay.
“I . . . I . . .”
“I’m your man.” I pull her to my chest, widen my legs and thrust into her until she’s screaming my name and milking my cock in the process.
She stays on my chest, panting. The smell of sex, lust, and spermicide fill the air. It’s a good thing Xander isn’t coming into our bedroom. There’s just something about a family member knowing you just got laid. It’s not as cool as it might seem.
After Peyton rolls off me, I get up and hobble my way to the bathroom. Honestly, I should’ve taken my pants off, but this was a quickie with quickie type effort. Besides, I blame Peyton. She follows me and uses the toilet while I wash my hands. Ah, the joys of being married.
As soon as I leave the bathroom the doorbell rings. Perfect timing.
“Hey,” I say as I open the door. Xander has his wetsuit suit on up to his waist. I’m tempted to go surfing with him and Quinn and say fuck it to the Pioneers for dragging their feet on my renewal. I took them to the Super Bowl and won. It’s not my fault our team had so many injuries this past season that we didn’t make it out of round one. I’m good, but I can’t hike the ball to myself, run, pass, tackle, and kick the pigskin through the goal posts. Bud should’ve listened to me during preseason when I told him the kicker he just had to have, can’t kick a decent twenty-yard field goal. If the guy can’t kick twenty, he’s no use to us.
“Good morning.”
It is indeed a good morning. “Peyton will be out in a second. She’s running a bit late this morning.”
“No worries. Quinn always says he’ll wait for me but doesn’t.”
I laugh and nod. “I think he missed his calling as a surfer. Had Harrison never moved him to Beaumont, he’d probably be a professional.”
“Can you imagine?”
I pause and let the magnitude of what I said sink in. No, I can’t imagine. Honestly, it’s something I think about all the time. Where would I be if my dad hadn’t come back? Would I be who I am today? Someone different like a doctor because of Nick? What if my uncle Mason doesn’t die all those years ago?
“You okay?”
“Yeah,” I say, shaking my head to clear the unmentionable thoughts from my mind. I can’t think that way. Not now. Not ever.
“Morning, Xander,” Peyton says as she comes into the hallway. For some odd reason we’re still standing there, like Xander is about to start selling us encyclopedias.
“Morning. Ready to do this?”
Peyton nods and leads him into the guest bathroom. I go with them, waiting while he swabs a spot on her stomach, which will inevitably bruise in a few hours. I’ll be happy when those go away. I try not to notice them, especially when we’re having sex. They’re enough to make me want to coddle her and beg her not to do this anymore. But I’ll never ask her to stop trying for a baby. At least, not now.
She turns to me and puts her hands on my shoulders, her fingers already digging into my flesh. My lips are near her ear and when Xander nods, I start talking. “This morning, watching you ride my . . .”
“All done.”
Peyton sighs. “I wish my mom could do this as easily as you,” she says to Xander.
“She has more at stake. Plus, she’s your mother and you’re her baby. Add in everything you’ve been through, she’s overprotective and probably stressed. If I had to guess, she’s probably afraid she’s going to hurt you.”
“Well, she does,” Peyton says as we walk Xander to the door. “But I only have a few more left, so whatever.”
“I could always give them to you,” I tell her, but she shakes her head.
“You holding me is what gets me through these.”
Xander tells us we’ll see him tomorrow. Once the door closes, I pull Peyton into my arms. “What do you want to do today?”
“I don’t know, but it seems like you want to have sex.”
I scoff and then nod my head like a kid heading to the candy store. “What on earth give you that idea?”
Peyton rolls her eyes. “Everything this morning has been about your . . .” She looks down at my crotch. If he could blush, he’d blush right now.
“You wound my ego.”
“Suuuure, I do. Anyway, I think we should sit down and look at some of the offers Alan has sent over, map out a plan and see where we want to go.”