Total pages in book: 23
Estimated words: 22165 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 111(@200wpm)___ 89(@250wpm)___ 74(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22165 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 111(@200wpm)___ 89(@250wpm)___ 74(@300wpm)
“No, I don’t remember him,” he replies, shaking his head. “But he sounds like a real buzzkill.”
I laugh, nearly spitting out my water.
Once Reese leaves, taking a boatload of leftovers with her, Dawson pulls me into his arms and carries me to the couch. His arms around me, I lean my head against his chest, feeling his strong heartbeat against my ear.
“I’ll build the nursery myself,” he says. “The room next to ours. I’ve already got ideas.”
“I know you do.” I smile, tracing a line down the center of his chest. “But I can hear them tomorrow. Right now I just want you.”
He tugs at my shirt, sliding a hand up across my belly. “You have me.”
Taking his time, he explores every corner of my body. Every spot he knows that makes me gasp and remind me that I am his.
As my pants come down and I feel his hard cock against my pussy, my whole body shudders. “Yes, Daddy,” I whisper as he slides inside. I still feel the same stretch as the first time, and I always think I’m never going to be able to take it.
But I do. I take it like the good girl I am for him and wrap my legs around his waist and pull him deeper. He groans a feral, primal groan and presses his forehead against mine.
“You take it so good.”
I rock back against him as he thrusts, holding my breasts with his rough hands. Then he moves down to my belly, and I see something new in his eyes. Wonder. A deeper commitment. The knowledge that we made something together that goes beyond just us.
It doesn’t take long for me to come, and when I do, it’s not like those frantic, howling orgasms I had back in our early days. It’s a long, slow rolling wave that starts deep down in my center and spreads out, causing me to gasp for what feels like an eternity.
He goes off with me, his face buried in my neck, kissing me gently as he whispers my name like a prayer.
Panting, I stare up at the ceiling, just like I used to do. Just like I did that Friday night, five years ago in my old apartment. Similar view, but everything else has changed.
No more hollow feeling. No mechanical boyfriend in the drawer.
Now it’s me and my husband, his arms wrapped around me, his thumb making lazy circles on my belly where our baby is growing.
How far I’ve come from the girl I used to be. Alone in a big bed, aching with need, wondering if I would always be alone.
I smile and close my eyes.
I thought I was broken, but I was wrong. I was just waiting. Waiting for him.
And on one spectacular Friday night, he found me.
THE END