Total pages in book: 99
Estimated words: 92782 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 464(@200wpm)___ 371(@250wpm)___ 309(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92782 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 464(@200wpm)___ 371(@250wpm)___ 309(@300wpm)
Placing the towel beside the shower, I began to undress while I planned out the day. I would get ready, then check out his kitchen, and make a grocery list. I could cook a meal for tonight. He must not cook for himself if he didn’t keep much food here.
Ozzy settled himself on the floor and rested his chin on his paws as I stepped into the shower. He was clearly a social dog. I wondered how often he was left here alone. That thought bothered me. I peeked out at him from the shower door. He lifted his head.
“We will go outside and play later. I can toss you a stick or ball. Okay?” I told him, then went to stand under the warm spray.
I started imagining a swing set out back and pushing a little one. I couldn’t decide if I wanted a boy or girl. The idea of having either made me smile. I pictured Ozzy running around in the yard while our baby giggled, watching him.
Happiness was starting to seep in, and I’d always been scared to trust it. In my past, happy things were fleeting, if they came at all. But I’d woken up in Liam’s bed this morning. He had moved me into his house.
Maybe this time, it was okay to just let go of my control and have some faith.
27
Liam
“I’m assuming you didn’t get a cat,” Tex said as he sat down in one of the chairs across from my desk.
My gaze shifted to the scratch marks showing from underneath the short sleeves of my shirt, then back to Tex.
“Did you get the liquor order straightened out?” I asked him, ignoring his comment.
I didn’t want to discuss where the marks had come from. I’d been having a hard enough time with getting Liberty out of my head all day. The reasons why it was a bad thing that I’d let her sleep in my bed with me last night being first and foremost.
“Ah, come on. I’ve given you all fucking morning. I even waited until midafternoon for you to tell me you’d moved that hot, sexy, young baby momma into your house,” he complained.
Shit. You’d think bikers wouldn’t gossip like a bunch of old ladies.
“Who told you that?” I asked. This wasn’t something I wanted getting out. I was struggling with it enough as it was. Once Madeline found out—fuck. I didn’t want to think about her reaction.
Tex gave me a pointed look. “You really have to ask that?”
“Micah,” I sighed.
Should have known the fucker couldn’t keep his mouth shut. If I hadn’t raised the bastard, I’d have beaten him within an inch of his life years ago.
Tex nodded, then gave me a sly grin. “Since the cat’s out of the bag,” he said, then wiggled his eyebrows.
I glared at him, not finding his pun humorous in the least.
“Tell me you got her home last night, got those tits and that ass naked, worshipped them, then fucked the hell out of her,” he said. “I mean, you did something, obviously. I doubt those claw marks were an accident.”
“No one is to know,” I told him through clenched teeth. “I don’t want people knowing she’s in my house. It’s bad enough that I knocked her up.”
Tex frowned. “What’s so bad about it? She’s gorgeous with big tits and a bouncy, round ass, and you get to tap that whenever you want. I’m struggling to find the problem.”
He needed to stop talking about her body. I didn’t like it, and again, that was another fucking problem I couldn’t control.
“I’ve told you already. She’s sixteen years younger than me. She was a bartender without a car and living in a goddamn motel, and I fucked her hours after meeting her. Not once either. Several times. What do you think Madeline is going to think when she finds this out? She was so excited about the doctor. Wanted us to come over for dinner. You think she’s gonna want a homeless bartender who is only six years older than her to come over for dinner? What about the boys? I’m about to give them an aunt or uncle who is younger than they are.” I ran a hand over my head and sighed.
Telling him that all I could think about was her dirty mouth, and her soaking wet cunt wasn’t happening. I had to get a handle on it and set some line that wouldn’t be crossed.
The whole thing with her in the bikini and Country drooling all over her had set me off. Then, when I saw her stomach wasn’t flat anymore, I lost my damn mind. The word MINE roared in my head so loudly that I almost shouted it. Thank fuck I hadn’t.
Having her all curled up against me in bed, smelling like heaven, while my hand held one of her big, swollen tits when I opened my eyes this morning hadn’t helped. I shouldn’t have let her stay in my room. It had been a mistake. The ice-cold shower I took didn’t ease much, considering when I got out, she was still lying in my bed, naked.