Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 31838 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 159(@200wpm)___ 127(@250wpm)___ 106(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 31838 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 159(@200wpm)___ 127(@250wpm)___ 106(@300wpm)
Plus, living with Ryder is a dream come true. I’ve since moved into the master bedroom, which is now our bedroom, and the cozy nook in the living room has been transformed into a cute play area for our child. As to where the baby will sleep? Well, we’ve remodeled the house a bit so that it has a second bedroom, and I’ve spent many hours happily decorating it in shades of pink and purple. I know the color scheme is very girly, but it's pretty and that’s what I want. Even better, the window in the nursery looks out into the beautiful back garden with the fountain, and it makes me happy to know this will be my daughter’s view.
But speaking of family, I still haven’t heard from Angela, believe it or not. We drove past my mom’s house the other day, and Ryder waited in the car while I knocked on the door, hoping to start a conversation, but no one answered. I think Angela was inside, but she just didn’t want to talk. It’s disappointing, but what can a girl do? I just hope that my mom comes around at some point, but until then, my hands are tied.
Meanwhile, my boyfriend shoots me another look.
“You remember Club Z?” he asks. I laugh, remembering that fateful night.
“How could I forget?” I reply with an eyebrow raised. “Why?”
“Well, they're having more events,” Ryder growls. “Do you want to go?”
I pause.
“Really?” I ask, looking up at him. “Do you mean it?”
Ryder grins.
“They have couples’ rooms, you know,” he adds, his voice husky. “We could have a lot of fun, honey. It could be wild, in fact.”
I giggle because our sex life has only gotten raunchier as I’ve gotten bigger with my pregnancy.
“Oh yeah?” I tease. “You want to show people how you sip milk from my breasts while you fuck my pussy?”
“You know it,” Ryder rasps, those blue eyes glinting. “I love your breast milk, sweetheart. You’ve got so much and you’re so fucking sexy with a baby in your belly.”
I giggle.
“Well, maybe then,” I say. “We’ll see.”
Ryder winks.
“They actually have a new event,” he begins. “It’s called a breeding party,” he adds in a mysterious tone. That makes me go still.
“A breeding party?” I ask. “What's that?”
Ryder shrugs, his blue eyes glinting with devilish delight.
“From what I understand, IVF and all that shit is really expensive, so Club Z offers a much cheaper way. If a girl wants a baby, she can go to a special party where the women are serviced by studs without protection.”
I stare at him.
“You’re kidding. The girls are always on birth control. It’s required. I thought it was one of the club’s golden rules, in fact.”
He nods.
“Yes, but this is the exception. That’s what I heard, at least. You know the club though. Club Z’s always rolling out new shit to keep the membership base invigorated, and a breeding party is one of those gimmicks.”
I shake my head.
“Holy cow,” is my whisper. “You know what, though? My friend Kimber might like it. She’s wanted to be a mom for the longest time, but hasn’t had any luck finding the right man.”
Ryder looks surprised.
“Isn’t Kimber in college though? She’s young, right?”
I shrug.
“Yeah, but she’s not into school. She’s bored and looking for excitement, so maybe this breeding party will be just the thing.”
My boyfriend shakes his head.
“A breeding party isn’t for dilettantes. You know that, Ellen.”
I huff playfully.
“Of course not! But like I said, Kimber wants to be a young mom. In fact, I think she’s at Coleman to get her M-R-S degree. Academics are definitely secondary to her.”
Ryder nods.
“Maybe your friend should check it out then,” he agrees before turning to swing intense blue eyes my way. “But those parties aren’t for you, sweetheart. You’ve already been bred,” he growls, lowering himself down to kiss me. “And I'm not letting another man touch you.” I reach up and twine my arms around his muscled neck with a look of adoration.
“As if I’d want any other man to touch me but you,” I breathe into his mouth. I feel the familiar clenching of his jaw as he becomes aroused and giggle. “Besides, who needs a breeding party? I’ve got my own stud to service me any time of the day I want.” I pull him lovingly down on top of me.
“Yes, that’s right,” Ryder rasps, his blue eyes already inflamed with desire. “But are you sure, honey? Is this a comfortable position for you?”
“Oh yes,” I moan. “Take me. Do as your pregnant girlfriend commands.” With that, his strong arms wrap around me as our lips lock in a passionate kiss, and the rest of the world fades to black. After all, when the summer started, I was homeless, rejected by my only family, and desperate to find a place to stay. I’d vowed that my child would grow up in a home, and not a string of nameless, faceless houses.