Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 72483 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 362(@200wpm)___ 290(@250wpm)___ 242(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72483 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 362(@200wpm)___ 290(@250wpm)___ 242(@300wpm)
She suddenly stops and stares at me. “What’s up? Why did you stop?” I ask.
“You’re staring at me. Besides, I’m not trying to get dizzy, handsome.” I close the distance between us and pull her in, cupping the back of her head as I lean in for a kiss. I’ll never get enough of the feel of her lips.
“I can’t have you getting dizzy. I’ll hold you until you’re steady.”
“You always make me dizzy.” I kiss her silly again. “See.”
“What do you want to do first?” I ask.
“How about we go for a swim in the large pool in the back?”
“Sounds great to me.” I don’t like saltwater, and she’s afraid of sharks. We head out back to the almost Olympic size pool and strip out of our clothes. We’re alone on this part of the island, so skinny dipping it is. I jump in first grateful that it’s warm and then Ava follows behind, splashing me good.
I pull her in for another kiss and feel her soft breasts against my chest. I’m ready to take her now, but instead, I take off and do a couple of laps. She’s quick and nearly catches up to me, but I’ve got over a foot on her in height with a long wingspan.
After a dozen laps or so, I hop out and take some towels for us as well as the fluffy robes I ordered. “Do you want something to drink?”
“Oh my goodness. They have our names on them,” Ava cheers as she wades in the shallow end.
“Yes, they had that option, so I got it. I hoped you’d like them. Do you want something to drink? As much as I’d love to stay naked with you in the water. You need to take it easy.”
She nods and climbs out. I hand her a towel and she wipes down her gorgeous body before slipping on her robe.
“Just relax.” She rests on a huge, plush outdoor seating area while I get our drinks and food.
We spend the rest of the day swimming, snacking, and making love until the sun sets. “It’s a beautiful one,” I say.
“Yes, but it’s not as good as the one back home. There’s nothing more beautiful than the big Montana sky.”
I beg to differ. I’m definitely looking at the most beautiful thing in my world. I pull her into my arms and hold her close like I plan to for the rest of my life.
Two Years Later
Tobias
“Damn it, he’s on the run,” I growl. Adam’s running around the living room without his diaper on, giggling like a happy little baby. Sixteen months old and he can sprint. I never knew how difficult it would be to keep up with a child. I’ve rustled plenty of wild animals on the ranch over the years, but my little mini version of me has some good cutting skills that rival many athletes.
“He’s going to make a great football player one day,” Ava says behind me with her own soft laugh.
“Adam, come to Momma,” she calls out in a sing-song voice. He spins on his heel and rushes to her with his bare ass jiggling and she scoops him up. It’s so damn cute, but I don’t want her carrying him anymore. He’s a large boy like I was, and she’s got my little one growing inside of her. At four months pregnant, she needs to take it easy.
“Mommy, no like diaper.” He pouts, crossing his arms.
“Fine. Then you’re going to have to sit on the potty.” She stares at him with the serious mom stare. The one that gets both of us to do what she says.
“Do you think he’s ready?” I ask. That would be great. It’s about time to try since he can talk pretty well.
“Potty, potty,” he cheers, clapping his hands and bouncing in place. I take him from Mommy and walk him to the bathroom and sit him on the chair. Less than thirty seconds later, he goes in the potty. I’m starting to think Ava has magical powers because all she has to do is say something, and he follows.
As soon as he’s done and clean, we settle him down for bed, which takes a whole two minutes when Mommy does it. “Got him wrapped around your finger.”
“I told you before. I have a way with boys,” she sasses, swaying her hips as she leaves his room. She knows how much I can’t resist her, especially when she’s so inviting.
I growl and catch her before she can get away and cradle her in my arms. Before taking her to bed, I whisper, “You have a way with me, too.”
“Forever, Mr. Reynolds.”
Ava
Many Years Later
“No running,” I call out as the boys play in the pool. Lara and I have six kids a piece. Five boys and one girl each. Their girl was last, but we had our daughter two years after our oldest.