Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 24933 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 125(@200wpm)___ 100(@250wpm)___ 83(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24933 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 125(@200wpm)___ 100(@250wpm)___ 83(@300wpm)
"Fuck, Tinsley," he hisses, his grip tightening on my hip. "You're so tight. So wet. I've been trying to be a gentleman, but you make it impossible."
"Then don't be a gentleman," I say, my voice breaking with a need that surprises me. "I've done enough waiting. I want my husband."
“Let me know if you need me to stop.” He lifts my leg over his and places his huge cock at my wet opening. My eyes roll back in my head when he enters me from behind, a slow, agonizingly deep slide that fills me completely. I gasp, my head falling back against his shoulder as he seats himself inside me, his cock stretching me, claiming me. It's visceral and raw, the friction of him against my sensitized skin sending sparks through my nervous system. Every thrust is a reminder of the life we've built, of the passion that hasn't dimmed even as we’ve blended our lives together.
He begins to move, a steady, rhythmic pounding that echoes the beat of my own heart. He reaches around, gently rolling my nipples between his fingers until they’re tingling. Then he slowly slides his hand down my body. All my nerve endings fire as his fingers finds my clit, his thumb circling the swollen nub until I see stars.
"You're mine," he grunts, his pace quickening, his chest heaving against my back.
I'm climbing, the tension building into a tight, frantic coil in my chest. I push back, driving him deeper, wanting every inch of him. I can feel the orgasm starting, a shimmering wave that begins at the point where we're joined and washes outward. I cry out, my pussy clamping down on him in a series of rhythmic, demanding pulses that leave me breathless.
Hudson follows me over the edge, his body jarring against mine as he explodes inside me, his seed hot and thick. He holds me tight, his face buried in my hair, his breath coming in ragged, exhausted gasps. For a long moment, the only sound in the room is the thrum of our hearts and the distant, low mooing of cattle outside, signaling the start of another day on the ranch.
He pulls away and rolls me onto my other side. His lips cover mine, and he kisses me until I forget my own name. Then, it happens.
A sharp, wet pop echoes in the quiet air, followed immediately by a warm, heavy gush of fluid that soaks the expensive sheets. I freeze, my eyes wide, my hand clutching Hudson's forearm with a sudden, frantic strength.
"Hudson," I whisper, my voice trembling with a mix of shock and relief. "I think the tenant just gave notice."
"I know," he says, and he's already moving. He's out of bed in a second, grabbing his jeans from the chair in the corner and stepping into them with a grace that shouldn't be possible for a man his size.
"I guess the holistic method worked." His hazel eyes scan me for any sign of distress, his voice calm but layered with a sharp undercurrent of urgency.
"It definitely did," I say, a hysterical little laugh bubbling up in my throat.
"Let’s get you dressed," Hudson grunts, snapping his jeans shut. He doesn't look panicked at all, which soothes my nerves. He scoops me up in his arms, ignoring the mess on the bed, and sets me on my feet next to the closet. He helps me into my maternity outfit and grabs my hospital bag. "It’s time to meet our son."
“I’m so ready,” I breathe as he carries me out to his truck. Thank God we prepared if for this weeks ago. It’s a little uncomfortable sitting on the thick black trash bags, but at least I know I’m not ruining his fancy leather seats.
“Are you okay, sweetheart?” He lifts my hand to his mouth for a soft kiss.
“It’s starting to hurt.” I breathe through a contraction.
“Hold on. We’ll be there soon.”
By the time we reach the hospital in Silver Spoon Falls, the pain is actually pretty freaking bad. The next few hours are a chaotic montage of antiseptic smells, bright lights, and the heavy, rhythmic thrum of the fetal monitor. The nurses try to move Hudson out of the way, but he looms right next to the bed like a storm cloud, refusing to leave my side, his presence a silent challenge to anyone who suggests otherwise.
He’s my rock. When the pain gets so bad that I start to lose my focus, and the world begins to narrow down to nothing but agony and pressure, he's there. His forehead is pressed against mine, his voice a low, constant murmur of encouragement. He doesn't try to take over, or try to manage the doctors; he just stays present, a solid, immovable force that keeps me focused on what I’m doing.
It’s a long day, but Hudson Carrington Junior finally decides to make his appearance a little after six p.m.