Total pages in book: 202
Estimated words: 193561 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 968(@200wpm)___ 774(@250wpm)___ 645(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 193561 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 968(@200wpm)___ 774(@250wpm)___ 645(@300wpm)
Yeah, a junkyard was no place for flowers. Or for a little girl to grow up.
I brush away those old thoughts.
Can I make sure the cycle is broken? It’s what I’ve always wanted. And with Greyson it might even be probable rather than just possible. If Wyatt doesn’t ruin it. If Greyson doesn’t decide against it after learning the whole truth about who I am and what I come from. I don’t know if I can bear him children. And if I could, would they be okay? How would he feel about me and where I come from? How would I feel if he had to cast me aside so that he could have healthy children with someone else? Already this thought is too painful to even ponder. I remember the look in Emma’s eyes when she escorted me to her room to give my virginity to her alpha husband because she couldn’t have children. If I’d become pregnant, that baby would’ve been given to them. I wasn’t able to and as much as Emma was kind to me and I wished she could be a mother like she wanted, I couldn’t help but feel relief that I wasn’t about to have a baby only to have it torn from my breast to be given to someone else.
I shake those old thoughts off.
It’s somewhere near noon and I never sleep this late; usually wake with the sun. Then again, I’ve never had a day like yesterday or a night like I had last night. A morning like I had early this morning soon after dawn broke when Greyson did all those incredible things to my body.
My mind swims with thoughts. A swirl of them including worry about what happened when I didn’t turn up at the motel last night.
But first things first. A toilet.
I swing my legs off the side of the bed feeling a little stiff and sore and a lot in need of the bathroom. I get to my feet and immediately, Greyson shifts to human shape, moving to stand at the foot of the bed. He’s sprung into action as if there’s a problem.
He looks disoriented, but ready to fight. And there’s a strange pulse of anxiety inside me. I think I’m feeling his emotions!
Suddenly, as his face relaxes, it feels like the panic just switches off.
“Hi,” I whisper, feeling shy.
“Good morning,” he says, his dark eyes moving from my face on a slow journey down my nude body and then back up again before flashing silver. He adds in a huskier tone, “Wife.”
Oh my stars.
Before I can form a thought that might lead to a reply, he wraps his arms around me and pulls me to his equally nude body. “What are you doin’?” he asks.
I feel his erection say good morning to me as well and heat swoops through my lower belly at the knowledge of what he can do with it. How strange to be affected like this by a male’s appendage.
“I need the bathroom,” I tell him.
He takes my face into both hands. He likes eye contact.
“Sleep good?”
A smile tugs at the corners of my mouth, but heat creeps up my face. “Your bed is very comfortable. Thank you.”
The most comfortable bed I’ve ever slept in. My mattress is ancient. I have three pieces of foam on it that do little to stop me from feeling the lumps. I thought the motel bed was markedly better, but it was nothing compared to the cloud-like feeling of sleeping in Greyson’s bed.
He’s still holding my face in a sweet way, still smiling at me. And I know I slept well for more reasons than the comfortable bed.
I cross one ankle over the other and ask my bladder to wait.
He looks down at my feet briefly before his eyes bounce to my face and he releases me with a look of humor. “Go ahead. You like coffee? Tea? Some juice?”
“Whatever you want to share with me would be wonderful,” I answer.
“See you down there. We’ll rustle up something to eat, too. We’re gonna need to get a real good feed in.”
“A good feed?” I ask.
“Build our strength.”
My eyebrows furrow and I’m about to ask why when I realize why. More sex.
He smiles wide and then kisses me quickly. He’s got a lot of humor sparkling in his eyes. “You’ll see.”
I never would’ve thought a kiss from a male wouldn’t repulse me. I never thought a look punctuated by innuendo could excite me. But I’d let Greyson Blackwood kiss me all day long. And the things he did to my body? He can do more of that, too. I hope he does more of that soon.
Heat slides through me at the vivid memories of his mouth. His fingers. And his other parts. How different things were with him compared to what I’m accustomed to. Even in that old position I was used to. With Greyson it was so different. So… something else entirely.