Total pages in book: 155
Estimated words: 144435 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 722(@200wpm)___ 578(@250wpm)___ 481(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 144435 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 722(@200wpm)___ 578(@250wpm)___ 481(@300wpm)
"Nope. It's Patty this time."
"Dang it." She's almost as bad as her pain in the ass daddy. Luckily, she's a lot nicer than he is. She tends not to wander too far either. Usually when she escapes, we find her at Cam's, or on her way there. "Can you guys babysit her until morning?"
"Yeah," Paige says, laughing. "I'll have Cam bring her home in the morning."
"Thanks."
"Have fun getting pregnant," she says.
I giggle and then disconnect before dropping my phone on the bedside table to wait for Cord. It doesn't take long before I hear his heavy steps on the stairs. I prop myself up against the pillows, the brim of his hat tipped low to hide my face, and then stretch out my legs.
He stops at the foot of the bed. I feel the heat of his gaze on me even though I can't see anything more than his legs. "Pretty baby," he says in that deep growl that grates against my womb. "I thought we agreed you were going to behave today so I could get some work done, and then we'd celebrate tonight."
"I don't recall making such a deal, cowboy," I drawl, lifting my head slowly, a smirk tipping my lips up. "In fact, I seem to recall you threatening me with a good time if I didn't behave today." I tap my finger against my bottom lip. "Now, I'm not an expert, but wasn't lesson thirty-two something about how cowboys love to raise a little hell?"
He grins at me. "You aren't a cowboy, princess."
"No?" I look down at my boots and then at the rope on the bed and then back to my boots before looking at him again. "Huh. Then I guess I'll just go put some clothes on then…."
He's on me before I can even think about rolling off the side of the bed. I shriek with laughter as he comes down over me, growling my name in a tone that lets me know I'm in for a hell of a ride today. He claims my lips in a deep kiss, nudging my legs apart.
"Get my dick out, pretty baby," he demands, nipping my bottom lip as he tosses the lasso off the side of the bed. My borrowed hat follows it. "This first time is going to be fast. You've got me hard enough to pound steel. Once I take the edge off, I'm going to give you another lesson."
"Oh, yeah?" I breathe, reaching between us to undo his fly.
"Mmhmm." He kisses a trail down my chest, latching onto my left nipple. He sucks and bites, leaving a fresh set of marks in my skin. "I'm going to teach you what happens when you play with fire."
"Good," I whisper, tugging his zipper down and reaching into his pants to wrap my hand around his erection. "Make it burn, Cord."
"Plan to," he groans. "Fuck, get my dick out, Cassia. Stop teasing me."
I don't listen. Of course I don't. I tease him just because he's being all hot and bossy. By the time I finally give him what he wants, he's trembling on top of me, all but begging for relief.
"Breed me, Cord," I whisper in his ear, lining him up at my entrance. "Plant another baby in me."
"Fuck," he growls, his gray eyes meeting mine. "You want another one, princess?"
"Yes."
He growls my name and thrusts forward, not stopping until he's all the way in. We both moan then, writhing together. I swear, that first thrust gets me every single time. He's so damn big, so perfect. As soon as he's in me, I feel myself coming alive again. I know he feels it too. I see the truth blazing in his eyes. This ranch is our home, but this bed…this is where we live and breathe.
He stays still for a moment, giving me time to adjust, and then he takes me hard, pounding into me so deep I think he's trying to fuck his way into my soul again. I claw down his back, trying to leave my own marks in his skin despite his shirt. We kiss and roll and fuck, lost in one another.
Within moments, I'm screaming his name and coming all over him.
"That's it, pretty baby," he croons, watching me intently. "God, you're beautiful when you're soaking my cock and screaming my name."
"Cord," I whimper, my inner muscles clamping down on him.
He presses his forehead against mine, his lips seeking mine. He kisses me again and again, gently bringing me back down. "I love you," he whispers.
"Mm," I moan. "I love you too."
"Did you finish your book?"
"Yeah." I smile up at him. "It's about you." They're always about him. Pieces of him seep into every single one, parts of him painted across the pages as if to immortalize the man he is. It's never intentional, but I find him there anyway. His wicked smile. The devilish things he says to me. The strength of his embrace. The way he settles me. Mostly though, it's the way he loves me. So soundly, so completely that it touches every moment of my life. My love for him spills out, hidden carefully in the pages of every story. I hope if someone picks up one of my books a hundred years from now, they see it and wonder about the man who inspired it.