Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 24691 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 123(@200wpm)___ 99(@250wpm)___ 82(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24691 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 123(@200wpm)___ 99(@250wpm)___ 82(@300wpm)
When I don't continue, she asks. “Tell me what?”
I blow out a breath and blurt out, “I can’t have kids.”
Her eyes get even bigger than they already are, but she’s looking at me curiously, and I begin to tell her the whole story. “It was an accident. In my younger days, I was a bull rider and well, because of an accident, I can’t have kids.”
She’s still quiet, and it takes everything inside me to stay where I’m at and continue the story of my past. “So, uh, anyway, that’s why I’m alone.”
Her forehead creases. “What do you mean?”
I start to rock back and forth on my boots. “Well, there was one woman I was pretty serious about, and I thought we had something. I probably should have told her in the beginning, but I didn’t, and when she found out, she didn’t want to be with me anymore. In her words, the money is nice but it’s not enough.”
My jaw ticks because even though that was years ago, it still sucks. “And well, after that, it was the first thing I started telling women when I thought I might want to date them or anything. It started a steady stream of women that walked out the door.”
She stands up, her face grim. I stand solid as a statue as I wait for her to respond. She comes over to me and puts her hands at my waist. “It’s their loss, Elliott. They didn’t deserve you.”
“But…” I start, and she lifts her finger to cover my lips.
“Shhh. No, there are no buts. They didn’t deserve you. There are so many options, and maybe they weren’t right for them. I can imagine how much that hurt you, but I’m glad they didn’t stay.”
My voice is barely a whisper. “You are?”
She nods and smiles as she looks up at me. “Yeah, because if they’d stayed, I wouldn’t be here with you now.”
She comes up on her tiptoes, and when she presses her soft lips to mine, I forget everything about my painful past and focus on the beautiful curvy woman that is standing right in front of me. I put my hands at her waist, pulling her flush against my body. She comes against me easily and moans as I push my already hard cock into her belly.
I pull back and look into her eyes. “I want you, Camille, but if you’re not ready—”
She cuts me off. “I want you, too.”
I waste no time, afraid she’ll change her mind. I sweep her up into my arms and carry her up the stairs. She sighs and presses her cheek into my chest. “I’m too heavy for you to carry, Bear.”
My whole body shivers at the endearment. I remind myself of its meaning and promise myself that I’m going to treat her right tonight. I want her to the point of obsession, but I’m willing to take my time and make sure everything is just right.
I walk past her bedroom door, and she lifts her head. “Where are we going?”
I keep walking. “I want you in my bed.”
She tightens her hold around my neck. “I like being in your arms.”
My heart starts to race, and I try not to read more into what she’s saying. “I like having you here.” I silently add, where you belong.
When we get to the bedroom, I let her legs down, and she slides down my body. I kiss her again, telling myself to take it slowly, but the way her hands roam over my body is making me crazy.
I reach for the hem of her shirt and pull it up her body. Her breathing starts to come out in little pants, and then she sucks in a breath as I rub my hand across her abdomen.
She grabs my hand and tries to remove it from her body, but I don’t let her. I lean down so I can see her face. “Are you okay with this?”
She bites on her lip. “What do you mean?”
Instead of answering her, I try to comfort her. “If this is too fast or if you’re uncomfortable, you can tell me.”
She grabs onto me as if she’s afraid I’m going to walk away from her. “No.” She shakes her head. “It’s not that… but I’m pregnant.”
I smile down at her. “Yeah, I’m aware.”
She blinks. “Well, my body is changing, and it’s not pretty. I mean, the stretchmarks and—”
I cut her off and drop to my knees in front of her. “Show me.”
She tries to back away from me, but I put my hands at her waist to hold her where she’s at. “Show you? No one wants to see that.”
“I do. Show me.”
She hesitates, and I lean forward and press a kiss to her jean-covered belly. “Do you trust me, Cammy?”
She nods. “Yeah, I do.”