Total pages in book: 23
Estimated words: 21041 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 105(@200wpm)___ 84(@250wpm)___ 70(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 21041 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 105(@200wpm)___ 84(@250wpm)___ 70(@300wpm)
“I’m always in charge,” I remind her. I mean it too. Whether we’re in or out of the bedroom, it’s my responsibility to look out for her. I’ll always be her number one fan and her biggest protector. I’ll stand in front of her and defend her always. She’s my woman and I’ll treat her like the queen she is every day for the rest of my life.
She tries to lift off of me, interrupting my thoughts.
My cock is still buried deep inside of her, my come dripping all over both of us and down onto the floor. “Stop. I want my come inside of you, so I can put a baby in your womb.”
She presses a hand to her stomach then looks up at me, her eyes filling with unshed tears. “You want us to have kids?”
“I plan to make your belly big with my kids. I want every man around you to know that Amos fucked a baby into you.”
She chuckles. “You’re such a caveman.”
“Only with you,” I promise, brushing a kiss against her forehead. “Now untie your man so he can take care of you.”
10
LYLA
It’s day six of the blizzard and the storm is finally starting to ease up. But I’m sad about that because Amos and I have been in our own little bubble this past week.
Besides getting my shop set up and teaching him how to make donuts, we’ve also spent hours exploring each other’s bodies. I love how dominant and commanding he is in the bedroom, how he sets the rules.
Though it sounds strange, having him in charge helps me to relax. It gives me the freedom to simply enjoy myself during sex. Because I know Amos will always take care of me.
“You’re awake early,” Amos slides his arms around my waist and tugs me against his body. I feel so safe and treasured when he wraps me in his arms like this.
I survey my shop, craning my neck to make sure it looks just right.
“I want everything ready the moment city hall opens,” I explain. I know it’s unlikely that a town official will drop everything to come inspect my donut shop. “Do you think I’ll get the approval I need? The place looks in order to me.”
“It’s already a done deal. Don’t worry about it,” he answers casually.
I glance up at him and frown. “What do you mean it’s already a done deal?”
Guilt flashes across his face. “Jamie.”
Anger and hurt mix together, making my stomach churn. “My brother already worked it out for me. I should have known. Does he really not believe in me? Am I such a screw-up in his eyes that I can’t be trusted to do even the tiniest of tasks?”
“He cares about you, honey,” Amos keeps his tone light.
My shoulders slump. “No, he doesn’t. The moment he gets angry with me, this shop will be something he tries to take from me. He didn’t approve of my college choice and blocked my attempts to get the money I needed for it. Money from my own trust fund. It was the same thing when I wanted to change my major. That’s why I dropped out. He’s never going to let me make my own decisions.”
The muscle in his jaw works. “Is that right?”
I shake my head, realizing what I did. I promised myself I would never come between them, that I would keep my relationship with Amos separate. “It doesn’t matter. It’s my battle to fight.”
“That’s where you’re wrong. You never fight alone. I’ve always got your back.” He presses a kiss to my temple. “I think I can get the truck on the road. We still need a few things from the hardware store to set up the shelves in your pantry.”
“Is it open already?” I ask about the hardware store. If that’s open then other businesses around town should be too.
“Go pack your things. As soon as that pantry is set up, you’re coming home with me.” He raises his eyebrows. “We have a four-poster there too.”
“And the jacuzzi,” I call after him. “You promised me one with turbo jets.”
He walks toward the door, pausing to turn around and smile at me. “I’d love to see you in that.”
I sigh when he leaves. Maybe it’s possible to stay in this cocoon of bliss after all. Maybe we’ll always be this good together.
Amos
My phone rings as soon as I’m in my truck. I don’t recognize the number, but I still answer.
“It’s me,” a quiet voice says.
My shoulders sag in relief. It’s Jordyn calling. She was a waitress at the pub a few months back. I always suspected she needed someone to keep an eye out for her and I did my best to watch over her. I thought of her as the little sister I’d always longed for.