Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 22480 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 112(@200wpm)___ 90(@250wpm)___ 75(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22480 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 112(@200wpm)___ 90(@250wpm)___ 75(@300wpm)
“Strip,” he commands and leans back onto the edge of the bed.
With newfound confidence, I tug off my robe and let it land in the floor at my feet. The fire in his gaze only blazes brighter. “Let me see your tits now.”
I peel the thin tank off quickly. My nipples have already started to darken and they’re bigger now. I start to cover them, but Derek shakes his head. “Come here.”
I step between his spread knees and he strokes one. He doesn’t flinch at the moisture there. In fact, he barely seems to notice as he rubs his thumbs along them with reverence. “Such pretty nipples, so sensitive for me.”
I whimper and he slides his hand lower. He cups my stomach. I’m not even showing yet. Maybe there’s a slight pooch but nothing that makes it obvious I’m growing our little peach. “Your body is beautiful and strong. It took my sperm and turned it into a baby. That’s the best superpower ever.”
I chuckle at that, relaxing at his words. Only he can do this to me. Turn every intimate moment into something both sexy and comforting, something special and incredibly arousing.
He runs his hand lower, dipping into my sleep shorts. “You’re soaked again.”
I moan and admit the truth that I’ve tried to hold back. “It’s all for you. Every night we were apart, I had only my hand when I really wanted you. Your big cock filling me up again.”
“I’m here. Your man is going to take care of you now,” he reassures me as he peels the thin material from my restless, overheated body. Cool air rushes to greet my mound and it only makes the ache worse.
He guides me to his lap, aligning our bodies. “You might be more sensitive, so go slow and take your time.”
I’m too desperate to heed his advice. I need his thick girth inside of me. I need to feel him stretching and owning every part of me. With one quick motion, I impale myself taking him so deep that once again it feels like we’re fused. Two beings becoming one in a single moment.
When he speaks, it’s in tiny pants. Sweat has gathered on his forehead and his jaw is clenched so tightly, he might just crack a molar. “I. Said. Slow.”
I roll my hips, letting out a little whimper. I need hard and fast, down and dirty. Nothing held back. “Can’t. Need you.”
“Aww, hell.” Somehow, he manages to get to his feet while his cock is still deep inside of me. I can feel his need pulsing, the swing of his heavy balls against my ass.
He positions me on the end of the bed, and I lock my legs around his hips as he drives into me. Over and over again, he slides through my aching channel, sending me higher with each frantic thrust. He reaches for my clit and that’s all it takes to send me over the edge. Suddenly, I’m crying out his name and scoring his skin with my nails, desperate to get him even deeper.
I only float back down when he’s tucking me into bed. He’s wrapped his arms around me from behind, pulling our naked bodies close. This is exactly how it should be. No barriers between us, just me and my man.
He puts his big hand over my stomach, the possessive touch filling me with warmth. Then he says in a soft whisper, “Hi, little one. Your dad loves you.”
I press my hand over his, my ovaries on the verge of exploding. “They say she’s about the size of a peach right now.”
He looks at me, a question in his gaze.
I grin. “It’s just a gut feeling. I can’t explain it.”
He cups my face. “I would love to raise a daughter with you.”
That night, I drift to sleep in the arms of the man I’m in love with, a smile on my face. I don’t know what our future holds, but I know we’re in this together. Whatever comes, we’ll face it as a team.
EPILOGUE
DEREK
“Is that Striker?” Wynter asks as she drives across Main Street the next evening. Striker owns a farm here in Courage. He’s a damn good rancher and a hell of a cowboy. Also has a reputation for being mean as a rattlesnake.
I don’t believe that part because I was there the day we organized a search and rescue for an autistic boy. He worked all damn night in the pouring rain. Most of the other searchers gave up but not him. He’s the reason that boy is alive today. But Striker isn’t the kind of man to publicize his good deeds so most of the townsfolk believe the rumors and give him a wide berth.
Right now, he’s pacing in front of the barbershop and he appears to be muttering under his breath.