Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 72483 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 362(@200wpm)___ 290(@250wpm)___ 242(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72483 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 362(@200wpm)___ 290(@250wpm)___ 242(@300wpm)
“I think we should get back to Louisa and John before they leave to get the kids.”
“Smart plan.” I kiss her temple then back up so I keep it chaste. I want her all the damn time.
As soon as we straighten up and return to the room, Louisa and John make their excuses and head out. I’d prefer to be alone with Ava anyway. We need time to digest everything that happened today. I sit on the sofa with Ava on my lap, nestled against my chest.
“I’m glad you believed me,” I say. It’s been on my mind since this happened.
“Well. I have a confession to make.” She cringes slightly which concerns me a bit.
“What?” I ask nervously. I’m not in the mood for any surprises.
“Louisa told me about what happened with the last cook and how you freaked out and destroyed the sheets and mattress before I even learned about the TMZ thing. That’s why it was easier for me to digest and believe.”
“Good. I’m glad you already had that information. These days, it’s not like a man can’t lie. After all, if she is pregnant that asshole whose baby it could be is married, or he was. I’m not sure. It’s fucking disgusting. But I will say the mattress is in the bunkhouse. The guys don’t care if someone fucked on it.”
“Have you ever cheated on anyone?” she asks. I’m sure that as an athlete that is commonplace, but I’ve never been that kind of guy no matter how many females showed up after the games.
“Nope. I only dated a little as a teenager, but I made football my love and never cared that much about girls. It’s crazy, but it’s not unheard of. You?”
“No. I didn’t date much either, and I had one steady boyfriend.” I hate that boyfriend more than I should. It’s childish, but I do. We both have a past, so it’s not fair for me to be upset by it. Either way, it doesn’t really matter because she’s mine now.
“My cook and ranch hand fucked on my bed to spite me, but they must have forgotten about the time because I was late coming in and they were still going at it. Then she told everyone that I couldn’t get it up. I barely spoke to the woman other than to complain that she didn’t do something I wanted around the house. She was kind of lazy. I’m betting she thinks she’s going to get a payout, but she’s missing something completely vital in her supposed claims on me.”
“What’s that?”
“That I’d had to have a past relationship with her to make her claims even remotely true. As it is, she has no chance of being pregnant by me. Although you, on the other hand, I’m hoping to impregnate.” I wag my brows at her, making her giggle. “Fuck, it’s sexy to hear you laugh like that.”
“You think almost everything I do is sexy,” she says, sliding her hands into my hair.
“Yeah, you got me there. So while you sit there being sexy as fuck, is there anything I can do for you?”
“Just hold me, and I can’t wait to start a family with you either.” She lets out a yawn. My heart stutters in my chest, happiness building double time. I tilt my head down to look at her, but my sweet woman fell asleep. Smiling, I just absorb this moment of peace.
I don’t know how long I stay like this when my eyes grow heavy and I pass out as well.
****
I wake up with a stiff neck, cracking it backward, I feel and see that Ava’s not with me on the sofa. Standing and giving myself another deep stretch, I walk through the house, looking for my wayward wife-to-be. I notice the sun’s gone down already as I pass the front hall.
“Ava?” I call out, hoping that nothing’s happened to her.
“I’m right here.” She comes out of the laundry room with a basket of folded clothes in a basket.
“You got up to do laundry?” This woman is something else.
“No, I got up to pee and then decided to take a hot shower since my body felt stiff. There were only a couple of towels so I figured I should get some done. We’ve been going through them pretty quickly lately.” She winks, implying our many sexual escapades leading to multiple showers a day.
“I hope you didn’t let my lazy ass sleep all night,” I grumble, thinking I’d love to take her upstairs for another shower while I wash her pussy with my tongue.
“No, the sun just set. Dinner’s almost done.”
Again, she’s always on the move. I can just imagine a house full of little ones and she’d still be running around like crazy to keep things going smoothly. “Do you need help?”
“Only to get the plates, but you can keep me company if you’d like.”