Total pages in book: 121
Estimated words: 113130 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 566(@200wpm)___ 453(@250wpm)___ 377(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 113130 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 566(@200wpm)___ 453(@250wpm)___ 377(@300wpm)
“Jaxon, I thought you wanted to leave.”
“Baby,” he says softly, “if my cock is going to be in your mouth, I’m taking my time and enjoying it. There is no rush. Palm Springs is still going to be there if we leave five minutes later.”
“Good to know.” I walk to the bathroom with him following me. “Don’t you have some packing to do yourself?”
“I’m already packed and it’s in my SUV.”
“You’re not going to make me go faster,” I inform him as I pack my toiletry bag and he bends over me, his hands going to my breasts. “I’m especially not going to go faster if you keep doing that.”
“Baby, it’s nine a.m. and a two-hour drive where I won’t get my fill of you.”
“Somehow,” I toss over my shoulder, “I think you’ll survive.”
“I don’t know, it might be touch and go there for a second.” He kisses my lips, his tongue sweeping into my mouth. I turn in his arms and he grips my hips and lifts me onto the counter. “Why are you wearing pants?” he mumbles. “You should just wear dresses when we’re home.”
I laugh. “Okay, I’ll get right on that.”
“Okay, let’s go,” he urges, pulling me down, “so we can start on the vacation sex.”
“Because it’s going to be different from the sex we have here?” I ask him as I walk back to the closet and put my toiletries in the bag. “There, I’m done.”
“Are you not going to wear a dress?” He looks at me and I shake my head. “I’m just saying, if you want me to play with you in the car.”
I put my hand on my chest. “That is so thoughtful of you,” I goad, looking down at my outfit of tights and a long-sleeve sweater that is loose and shows a bit of my stomach. “I don’t know how I’ll survive”—I walk to him and put my hand on his chest—“but will you?” I cup his half-hard cock.
“Don’t start something you can’t finish.” He looks into my eyes with a smirk.
“How much of this drive is highway?” I wink at him and walk out of the room.
“A lot of it!” he shouts as he follows me down the stairs and we head to the garage.
Once we are both inside, he puts the GPS on before opening the garage door and starting the car. “Give me a kiss.”
I buckle my seat belt and look over at him. “Ariella,” I retort, “can you please give me a kiss?”
“That’s what I said.”
“No.” I shake my head and lean over the console. “You demanded it.”
I don’t say more because he bends to kiss me. “You’re beautiful, baby,” he compliments softly before giving me another soft kiss.
He pulls out of the garage, grabbing his sunglasses and putting them on. “I hope the baby has your eyes.”
“What?” He looks over at me, his reaches over the console and putting his hand on my leg as I slip my hand into his.
“The baby, I want the baby to have your eyes.”
“You like my eyes, baby?” he asks me and I smile at him.
“I do,” I admit, “very much.”
“What else do you like about me?”
“I’m not talking about sex with you when we’re discussing the baby.”
“Fine,” he gives in, “but I want her to have your eyes.”
“You want it to be a girl?”
He smiles. “Not really because…” He trails off.
“Because?” I ask him.
“Because, if we have a girl, she’ll probably look like you,” he replies and my back goes up straight, “and then I’ll be worried about all the boys trying to go after her.”
“Jaxon,” I say softly.
“But on the other hand, I want her to be smart like you and independent and perfect like you.”
“Okay, fine, I’ll give you road head,” I tease him, making him laugh.
“But I want it to be a boy,” I tell him. “I don’t know why; I just think I’m more of a boy mom. I want him to be just like you when you were younger.” He looks over at me for a second. “You were always kind and caring.” I bring his fingers to my lips. “And you always, always looked out for your sisters.”
“Well, I was the older brother. You were the same way with Brookes.”
“Yeah, but then he got annoying real fast.”
“Baby, the same thing happened with Tori and Kiera, but especially Tori,” he shares. “You just didn’t see me torture her, but when she finds out that you’re pregnant, she’ll tell you all the stories of why you shouldn’t have a baby with me.”
“But then she’ll tell me about the time when she was in middle school and there was a guy teasing her, and you showed up and roughed him up a little.”
“She told you that?”
“She did,” I confirm softly. “She also said that once your dad was out of town and they had the father, uncle, grandfather dance and you took her, and everyone was fawning over you.” He smiles. “You even bought her a corsage.”