Total pages in book: 21
Estimated words: 18426 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 92(@200wpm)___ 74(@250wpm)___ 61(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 18426 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 92(@200wpm)___ 74(@250wpm)___ 61(@300wpm)
“Thank you,” she says softly before putting her head down and placing her hands in her lap.
“Are you hungry?” She hasn’t eaten one thing today even though I have asked numerous times.
“Yeah, but can we have it delivered? I am sort of wiped out.” I run my thumb down her cheek and nod my head.
“You bet.” She looks at me a few times like she wants to ask something but changes her mind. “What do you want to know?”
“Do you have brothers or sisters, nieces or nephews?”
“Nope it is just me. Thank god. I have never really got on with other people's kids other than from afar.” It's true. People nowadays don’t know how to raise children anymore. We have a society full of whiny misbehaved young ones and I don’t want to have to be the one to tell them that.
“So you don’t want them?” Where is she going with this?
“Of course I would love my own flesh and blood.” She nods, looks out the window and that is that.
We have been home for hours and something with her has changed. For starters while the food was being delivered I thought she would go and put her clothes away, but she didn’t. She asked me to set up her phone for her and tablet and she has had her head in both of them since then.
The food came and she ate but didn’t engage in conversation with me. Instead she was clicking away on those damn devices sending piles of regret through my gut for buying them for her. I want her attention on me and me alone.
Now it is eight in the evening and she has already retired for the night. Me on the other hand, I couldn’t sleep if I wanted to. I am instead pacing around our bedroom, silently losing my fucking mind waiting for the clock to strike midnight. I have showered, shaved and oiled my skin. I have her engagement ring and wedding band in my pocket along with one for her to put on me.
Two days ago I applied for a marriage license. I rummaged through her bag when she was asleep and took pictures of her social security card and birth certificate. Don’t judge me. I was a man on a mission. Plus I was not willing to deal with Lloyd’s brand of crazy at not being prepared. It is bad enough what I am about to do. “It’s lie fucking purgatory.” I growl to myself looking at the clock.
Finally, I walk downstairs into the kitchen, pull a bottle of whiskey from the cabinet and pour myself a finger before flinging it back praying it calms my nerves. As worked up as I am, I am liable to split the girl in half before she is even my wife. Hell my balls are so fucking full I had to put on a sports cup to keep the fuckers from falling to my thighs.
An eternity later the clock reads midnight. “Fucking time.” I roar into the house so loud I wouldn't be surprised if it woke her. Not so quietly I walk into the room and rip her covers from her body. She startles awake, her fresh, innocent face so plush and clear.
“Harlan? Is everything okay?” she asks, trying to get her bearings. Putting both of my knuckles on the bed beside her, I leaned into her face.
“No, little bunny, but it is about to be.”
“What…” I cut off her question with my mouth on hers and everything dormant inside of me bursts open. She is so stunned she does nothing, but it gives me a second to not turn into a savage. At least not yet.
Chapter Eight
Harlan
Slowly I run my hands up her back to the back of her head and grip her hair. I angle her head to give me more control and slide my tongue against her sweet peach flavored lips. “Kiss me back, bunny.” I demand pulling her head further back so her lips slip open.
Finally I feel her tongues tentative peek-a-boo and my cock goes fucking ape shit. She doesn’t move but the moan she releases is like a roaring engine right to my balls. All I hear is the word ‘GO’, which is why I pull back. Putting my forehead on hers I try to collect myself. “Whoa,” she whispers, putting her hand to her lips. Looking up I smile at her and nod my head.
“Yeah, bunny. Tell me about it. I have been waiting to do that since I saw you in my store.” her swollen lips form an ‘O’. Instead of saying anything, I walk into the closet and rummage through the bags until I find what I am looking for. “I need you to put this on as fast as you can and meet me downstairs. Okay?” She is looking at me like I am crazy and you know what, I am not sure I'm not.