Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 27551 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 138(@200wpm)___ 110(@250wpm)___ 92(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27551 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 138(@200wpm)___ 110(@250wpm)___ 92(@300wpm)
“Inside me,” she breathes, her voice barely a whisper, and that’s all it takes. I bury myself deep inside her one last time, my cock pulsing as I fill her up, my fucking name on her lips as she comes again.
I collapse on top of her, my chest heaving, and she wraps her arms around me, her legs still locked around my waist. “You’re fucking incredible,” I mutter into her neck, and she giggles, her fingers tracing lazy patterns on my back.
“You’re not so bad yourself,” she teases, and I kiss her, slow and deep, my cock already imagining round two. “Now, do you think you can work on knocking me up?”
Nothing would make me happier than knowing she’s carrying my child. “I’ve already been working overtime on that.” It suddenly hits me like a baseball bat to the head. I’ve been waiting for the perfect time to give her the engagement ring I bought the first week she moved in. And now is that time.
I roll over and pull the ring out of my bedside table, then turn back and reach for her soft hand. Her eyes pop open and her mouth rounds as I slip the ring on her finger. “I’ve also been working overtime trying to figure out how to propose to you,” I tell her, watching as her eyes fill with tears. “If you want me to knock you up,” I take a deep breath, “you’ll have to marry me first.”
“Sounds like a plan to me.” She glances down at the large diamond solitaire and then reaches up to wrap her hand in my hair. “Now, let’s celebrate our engagement."
She doesn’t have to ask me twice.
EPILOGUE
FRANKIE
Three Years Later
I wake up alone in bed and realize something’s missing. Something’s wrong. I roll to my right, reach for Seth’s heat, and instead find a ghost impression in the pillow and the sharp, unfamiliar chill of freshly laundered sheets. The clock on the dresser reads three-fourteen a.m.
I grab my phone and pull up the baby monitor app. I flick through the cameras and find Seth in our three-month-old’s room, all six foot three of him crammed into the too-small rocking chair, one hand cradling Owen like he’s made of spun glass. The other hand runs slow circles over the baby’s head, while his mouth moves, low and careful.
Owen kicks his feet and shakes his hands while Seth rocks him a little harder. His biceps flex, straining the sleeves of the ancient “Texans” t-shirt he’s wearing. As he rocks, the wailing softens into a snuffly, wheezy hiccup.
Seth waits a few minutes after the baby’s eyes slide shut before he stands up, gently placing him back in his crib. He takes a moment to tuck the blanket tight around Owen’s legs, then tiptoes out, closing the door without a sound.
I put the monitor down and count the seconds. I’m throbbing already, my pussy slick and aching.
Seth walks quietly into our dark room and peels off his shirt. The muscles in his chest ripple as he tosses it aside, and I groan.
“Thought you’d be asleep,” he murmurs, his voice low and rough, sending shivers down my spine.
“Can’t sleep without you,” I breathe, my voice trembling with need. Three years, and I still crave him like an addict. These feelings haven’t lessened at all. In fact, they’ve gotten stronger, the fire between us burning hotter every damn day.
He smirks, that devilish grin that makes my knees weak, and climbs onto the bed, the mattress dipping under his weight. His scent hits me, and my pussy clenches, begging for him.
“Fuck, I love you,” he growls, his fingers grazing my thigh as he leans over me. His breath is hot against my neck, and I arch into him, desperate for his touch.
“And I love you,” I whisper, reaching up to tug at the waistband of his sweatpants. He doesn’t stop me, just watches with those dark, hungry eyes as I pull them down, revealing the thick, veiny cock that’s already hard and leaking for me.
I wrap my hand around him, feeling the heat and the pulse of his heartbeat under my palm. He’s so big, so perfect, and all freaking mine.
Seth lets out a low groan as I stroke him, his hand tangling in my hair as he pulls me closer. “Show me how much,” he mutters, his lips brushing against mine.
I press a kiss to his jaw before moving lower, tasting the salt on his skin as I trail my mouth down his chest. His muscles tense under my tongue, and when I finally wrap my lips around the head of his cock, he lets out a guttural noise that sends a jolt of pleasure straight to my clit.
I take him deeper, savoring the way he fills my mouth. His hand tightens in my hair, guiding me as I suck him, my tongue swirling around his shaft as I work him closer to the edge.