Total pages in book: 210
Estimated words: 203847 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1019(@200wpm)___ 815(@250wpm)___ 679(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 203847 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1019(@200wpm)___ 815(@250wpm)___ 679(@300wpm)
I’m not kidding anyone. Since the second Tyler walked up to me in that club, my whole life has been the curveball. It’s twisted and turned in ways I never saw coming, colliding with both my heart and my mind on its way to this moment.
Now, looking at the restaurant and knowing that my boyfriend and his sister are inside it, I wish I could be left to swing with the curveball and absorb what it’s throwing at me.
“Hiding?”
I turn and smack into Tyler’s hard chest. “Hesitating,” I correct.
He smiles and tucks some hair behind my ear. “Don’t worry, baby girl. She’s not here. I changed my mind and texted her a minute ago.”
“You changed your mind?” I raise an eyebrow.
“I thought about what you said. You’re right. Both of us need time for it to sink in before Tweedle Dum and Tweedle Dee start planning baby showers and all that shit.”
Tessa and Dayton. “Don’t forget decorating the nursery. You know they’ll be all over that.”
“Oh, shit. Don’t. When Tessa was thirteen and redecorated her room, it took her five different shades of pink before she found her favorite.”
“Let me guess. It was the first one she tried?”
“Of course it was.” He brushes his fingers across my cheek and holds up a paper bag. “I got us lunch. What do you want to do?”
I thread my fingers through his and lean into his arm. “Let’s go to Kerry Park and just sit.”
“Just sit?”
“Just sit,” I confirm, walking with him.
Our feet are perfectly in sync as we take the turn toward the park. Tyler releases my hand and wraps his arm around my back, curving his hand around my hip. I step into his side and inhale slowly, breathing him in, breathing us in, breathing hope in.
I can almost convince myself that we don’t have issues we need to work through. That we’re not still trembling from yesterday’s surprise, because that’s what this baby is.
A surprise.
“You’re thinking,” he murmurs. “I don’t like it when you think. You tend to fuck shit up.”
“I’m thinking good things,” I reply with a smile.
“Bloody hell. Five weeks and pregnancy is already messing with your mind.”
“It’ll mess with my libido if you don’t watch it,” I say under my breath, sitting down on the grass. It’s not warm but it’s not cold out. It’s that comfortable temperature that rarely happens without a bunch of rain.
Tyler grins, sitting opposite me. “That’s not what you were saying this morning.”
I narrow my eyes at him and take my sandwich. “I didn’t have much of a chance to say anything before I was informed about new living arrangements.”
“You were offered new living arrangements.”
My eyes narrow even further. “I’m not arguing with you.”
“That makes a change.”
“Is my vibrator lodged up your ass or something?”
“No, but if you’re into that, it could be lodged up yours.” His eyes glimmer with amusement.
I glare at him as I bite into my sandwich and shake my head. No ass fun for me, thank you very much. One-way hole.
We eat without speaking any further. The park is relatively quiet, the only sounds coming when people walk past us, deep in conversation.
I finish eating and lie back on the grass. The sun filters through the clouds, its gentle warmth spreading over my face and chest, covering me in soft light. I close my eyes and breathe the spring air in deeply, letting it fill my lungs and relax me.
For once, my mind is silent. No worries, no fears, no hesitations.
At least it’s silent until Tyler gently covers my lips with his own. Now, it fills with a buzz. A high, energetic zing of desire that coils throughout my body and sets all my nerve endings on fire. I reach up and curl my fingers around the back of his neck, holding his face down to mine, and just feel his kiss.
His lips move softly over mine, brushing, caressing, probing. I arch into it as his hand slips beneath me and flattens against the small of my back. I push further into him and my breasts rub against his chest. My nipples harden inside my bra and I gasp as an unexpected throb aches my clit.
“Don’t do that.” He kisses the corner of my mouth, his voice raspy and breathless. “You make that noise whenever I bury my cock inside you and it makes me want to do that too much.”
“I like it when you want to fuck me,” I murmur, threading my fingers through his hair.
“So do I, but that doesn’t mean I should in the middle of the park.”
“Never stopped you before.”
“I’m leaving you some dignity…”
“And?”
He laughs quietly and drops his forehead to mine. “And myself frustrated so I can fuck you harder tonight.”
“Frustrated? Sounds like a challenge.” My lips quirk at one side, and he raises his eyebrows.