Total pages in book: 168
Estimated words: 164910 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 825(@200wpm)___ 660(@250wpm)___ 550(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 164910 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 825(@200wpm)___ 660(@250wpm)___ 550(@300wpm)
And I want…
“I want my fucking heart on the walls,” I tell him. “Okay?”
I want everyone to know that this is where I want to be, that lives are lived here, and I want…
More. I want to see him holding a kid.
Meeting his eyes, I’m too afraid to say it. “Do you know what I mean?”
He studies me, the silence stretching as he sees how serious I am.
“Children?” he murmurs.
I smile. “Not today but yes.” I search his eyes. “You?”
And immediately, he holds up three fingers.
My smile widens. I was thinking two, one from me and one from him, but he won’t have to talk me into anything. I’ll do whatever he wants.
Looking at him and thinking about him being a father makes him instantly hotter, as if it were possible, and my body warms.
He draws in air. “You smell good.”
Yeah, I’m done talking. We’re going to bed.
“Let’s take her up,” I say.
Moving around the couch, I scoop her up, and she stirs. Opening her eyes, she sees me and quickly closes them again, relaxing her head on my shoulder.
Callum follows me up the stairs. “Is your stepmother still in Palm Beach?”
“If Anna-Katherine wants to stay here, she wants to be close,” he explains. “She’s setting up a condo.”
That’s good. Ava loves her, and I know she wants a chance to be good for her. She failed her, but we’ll see what happens now that they’re both free. I’m glad she’s not pressing to uproot Anna-Katherine. Her daughter has become quite independent, ordering her own rideshares, making friends, and getting a job. She’s starting to flourish, especially under a new doctor Macon recommended. Between my family, Callum, and Ava, we make sure she gets to every appointment.
We put her to bed and leave the room, heading to our own.
Callum closes the door behind him, and I’m already ripping off my tie as he unbuttons my shirt.
“You ready for the year?” he asks.
“Are you?” I peel off my shirt and kiss him. “Gonna piss off a lot of people.”
“I’ve pissed you off. That’s practice enough.”
“I let you piss me off,” I say over his lips. “Because it was good foreplay.”
He pushes me onto the end of the bed and unfastens my pants, sliding his mouth down my cock.
I jolt, gripping his hair as he moves up and down, his hot tongue massaging the underside until I’m fully hard.
I groan, nearly dropping my head back. “Callum, I’m not gonna last long like that.”
He keeps going, sucking me down to the hilt like he can’t get enough.
“Baby,” I gasp, “I wanna fuck.”
I can’t force myself to stop him, though. It feels so good.
He works my cock, my hand on the back of his head as he bobs up and down, and I’m about to come. “Oh, God.”
Every muscle tightens, my dick swelling, his wet mouth sending me over the edge.
Then he stops. The orgasm I’m on the crest of teeters, and I lose it as it falls back to low in my stomach.
Popping up, he tears off his shirt and pushes down his pants.
“Fucking asshole,” I breathe out.
He grins, and I grab the back of his fucking neck and pull him in.
“I want you so badly,” I tell him.
He pushes me onto my back and comes down over me. “And you better keep it coming,” he says.
Epilogue
Dallas
Four Months Later
Christmas music plays on the TV in the living room, and I strip off my clothes in the laundry room, snatching my swim shorts off the rack.
Thank you, Krisjen. Or maybe it was Aracely. Whenever I leave laundry here—accidentally, of course—it’s magically washed for me.
“No one has any sweaters!” Anna-Katherine cries from her room upstairs.
We’re staying in the Bay for the holidays, celebrating with lots of parties and outings with the kids. Anna-Katherine won’t let us miss out, and it’s a chance to capture some new pictures, in any case.
“We’ll buy clothes when we get there!” Callum shouts back up to her window.
I peek around the corner, across the kitchen, and through the window, seeing him waist-deep in the pool. Hanging his elbows on the edge behind him, he pulls a cigar out of his mouth, blowing out smoke and tapping the ash into a dish.
“Just pack toiletries!” he adds.
“I’m not buying underwear with you guys around!”
I laugh to myself, tying the waist and grabbing a bottle and two glasses as I head outside.
Stepping into the balmy night, I hear fireworks popping not so distantly, Christmas Eve upon us.
Macon appears at the corner of the house as I round the pool, greasy from the garage as he stares at Callum. “The screaming?” he prompts as if Anna-Katherine is a toy that needs its batteries removed.
But his wife brings in the mail from the street. “Get used to it,” she tells him, looking stunning in a strapless floor-length white lounge dress, her hair up in a high bun as she moves effortlessly with her small baby bump. She still has three months to go, but Macon’s going to have a screamer of his own soon.