Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 71908 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 360(@200wpm)___ 288(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71908 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 360(@200wpm)___ 288(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
I’m thankful for how well Paxton and my father get along. It might be a strange thing to admit, but I see parts of my mother’s personality in Paxton, and I’m sure that’s part of why my father gets along so well with him. They both have a way of calming the people around them.
“Come have sex with me,” I order. His hair is wet, having likely showered at the gym over there. I swear the man gets sexier with each year that passes.
“Are you handing out orders in the bedroom now?” he teases.
Paxton leads more when we’re home. I let go and know everything will be handled and he’ll take care of me. It’s a trust and bond I never thought I’d share with anyone. Now that I have it, I don’t know how I ever lived without it.
“Fine, you don’t have to then.” I drop my robe and lie down on the side of the bed, my legs dangling over the edge. “You can do as you like. I’ll take a nap.” A deep, sexy chuckle comes from him, making my nipples harden. “I mean, you did this to me,” I mutter, making him laugh hard. I can’t fight my smile. I love that sound coming from him, especially when I’m the one to make him do it. He comes to stand over me.
“You know I can’t refuse you.” His eyes rake over my body. “You remind me of a goddess.” Paxton spreads my legs, stepping between them on the side of the bed. I rest my heels on the edge of the bed frame.
I turn my head, glancing at the painting that’s over our bed that he’d gotten me all those years ago. Paxton has always seen me in ways I never could. I know I’m strong and can do most things, but he gives me strength in areas I hadn’t known I needed. Not until he was there lifting the weight of them off me.
“Eyes on me,” he orders. Paxton’s hands slide up my thighs and to my stomach as he drops to his knees, his warm breath already teasing me before he sucks in a deep breath. “Peaches,” I hear him say before his mouth covers my sex.
A moan of pleasure falls past my lips as my husband consumes me, unleashing one orgasm and then another before he finally stands, ripping his pants open and thrusting inside of me.
“Pax.” I gasp at the fullness, loving every second of it. It always makes me feel like we’re connected as one. His hands slide under my ass, lifting me as he works his cock in and out of me. My eyes never leave his handsome face as he comes, pulling me with him.
He groans my name a moment before leaning down and taking my mouth in a deep kiss. My whole body relaxes into the bed. We stay that way for a few minutes, simply enjoying being connected to each other.
“It didn’t work. Those books are bullshit.”
“Starting to think you’re using them as an excuse to have more sex with me.” He slowly pulls out of me. I hold my hands out, and he helps me sit up.
“They said orgasms and possibly semen could start labor.”
“She’ll come when she’s ready.” He kisses the top of my head before picking up my robe off the floor. I take it, slide it on, and stand. The second I do, I feel a small pop and release. We both look down.
“Is that—?” Paxton doesn’t fully finish his question.
“My water broke, or I peed myself.”
“Sunshine?”
“It’s time,” I tell him, my hand flying out to grab his bicep as a contraction hits me. I breathe through it. Holy crap, it was like a punch to the gut. I would know, I’ve taken enough of them sparring with my cousins and brothers over the years.
“Was that—” Again, he doesn’t finish, and his face appears whiter. “Did that hurt?”
“It was okay.” I shrug. I don’t want to alarm him. “Get the bag,” I tell him.
“Right, the bag.” He stands there, not moving an inch.
“Are you okay?”
“Yes.”
I punch his arm.
“Okay, I might be freaking out.” He can’t control or predict what will happen next. I realize that’s what’s flooding his mind right now. “My girls—”
“You are going to be okay.”
His hands cup my face. “I love you,” I say before he can.
“I love you, too.” He takes a deep breath and then kisses me before bolting to get the bag he put together months ago before helping me get dressed.
When we make it downstairs, my parents are standing there. “We’ll drive,” my dad says. Paxton must have texted them.
Another contraction hits me when we get into the car. “Are you having one right now?” Paxton asks. I nod.
“Really?” Mom turns to peer back at me. I simply nod again. “You didn’t make a sound.”