Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 27300 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 137(@200wpm)___ 109(@250wpm)___ 91(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27300 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 137(@200wpm)___ 109(@250wpm)___ 91(@300wpm)
She bites her lip, still computing.
“And you’re building the big house on the lake.”
“I am,” I confirm again, squeezing her waist. “And I want you to come live there with me, Gracie, because it would be a dream come true. I’d love for us to be together, with no more secrets and no more lies.”
Gracie pauses.
“Yes, but I’ve never lied to you, Braden. Everything I told you was to the best of my knowledge. I have never knowingly fabricated anything about who I am, where I come from, or what I do for a living. The truth is important to me.”
My heart hangs in the balance.
“As it does to me, Grace, and I love you because of that. Not despite of it, but because you have never been anything but honest, sweet, and truthful when we’re together. You have never doubted my story, nor did you look down on me for being a seasonally-employed lumberjack. You didn’t care about how much money I had, or when my next paycheck was coming, or how big my bank balance is. What mattered is that I was Braden, and you are Gracie, and that we love one another.”
She pauses for a moment because I’ve essentially put words in the curvy girl’s mouth. Grace hasn’t told me that she loves me, although I’ve already declared myself multiple times in this conversation alone. But then she nods, and the ice surrounding my heart begins to thaw. It melts, actually, and when a smile breaks out across her delicate features, I know that we’ve surmounted the hump.
“I do love you, Braden,” she acknowledges in a soft tone. “And I’m going to forgive you because you saved me from my brother and father. They literally kidnaped me and would have kept me in that godforsaken cell for who knows how long, if it hadn’t been for you. So I appreciate that, and I love you,” she repeats. “But I need time to process these developments because it’s been a tsunami, Braden, and I’m not sure what to think quite yet.”
Those words are enough for me, and I nod feverishly while pulling her in for a kiss.
“That’s fine, sweetheart,” I murmur against her lips. “Take all the time you want because I’m not in a rush. We’re not in a rush, and besides, you already know the true Braden Rockwell. It’s me. I’m right here, and I adore you.”
Our lips meet on that statement because for once, I’m speaking the truth. I adore Grace Treadwell, and I want her to be happy. I want her to be safe, to laugh, cry, and love without any restrictions, and I know I can make that happen for her. After all, she’s the curvy girl from the mountain ... and I’m the mountain man who will make her dreams come true.
EPILOGUE
GRACE
Ayear later.
Braden reaches around me to cup a big breast with one hand, while the other slips down to gently run over my puffy pussy lips.
“Mmm, you’re wet,” he rasps in my ear. “Very nice.”
I giggle while craning my head around to kiss him because we’re in the massive shower within the master suite of our new home. The lodge was finally finished, and it’s everything he promised. It’s three stories and perched on the hillside with unobstructed views of the lake. We have an indoor gym and an indoor swimming pool, as well as an outdoor swimming pool, five bedrooms, six baths, and a private dock. The house is outfitted with every luxury, and also wired to the max. It’s energy efficient with hidden solar panels, special energy-saving windows, and a robotic thermostat that adjusts indoor temperatures automatically. In short, it’s paradise, and I love it here.
I giggle and turn to my boyfriend.
“I’m wet but it’s because we’re in the shower right now,” I murmur playfully. “You’re wet too,” I add, mischievously clutching his cock before extending a finger to rub against the little hole at the top. Sure enough, there’s a drop of come beading there, and he groans as I smear it around the bulbous head.
“Yeah, fuck, you make me come so much that I’m always leaking semen these days,” he groans. “I’m in a perpetual state of needing to fuck you.”
“Well, I like what you do to my curves, so that’s good news,” I murmur with a mischievous smile. “Even more, you’ve been successful, Braden, because guess what? Our constant lovemaking did the trick and I’m pregnant! I’m due in about eight months.”
The alpha male goes completely still in the shower, his blue eyes glowing at me through the mist.
“Are you kidding, Gracie? Don’t pull my leg because this is too important. Are you really pregnant?” he demands in a hoarse voice.
My heart melts because this is important to my boyfriend. Evidently, he never wanted kids ... until he met me. But the problem is that Braden had a vasectomy in his early 20’s and the only way forward was to get the vasectomy reversed. It was a hellish procedure, and very uncomfortable, but Braden had it done and after his healing period, we went at it like rabbits. Okay, so my man has always been incredibly sexual, and we’ve always been ravenous for one another. But there was something incredible about making love with my man knowing we were raw and bare, and potentially making a baby too.