Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 79145 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 396(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79145 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 396(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
“I’m going to come,” I moan then clamp down on his shoulder with my teeth, coming hard.
“Fuck!” he roars, pulling me down hard on him, making the orgasm already flowing through me reignite as I feel him get bigger as warmth floods my insides. His hips still and my mouth releases his skin as he gathers me close to his chest.
“Love you,” I mumble, wrapping myself tighter around him, and he gathers me impossibly closer, carrying me through the house and setting me on the bed. He pulls my dress off, along with my bra and panties, and then goes to the bathroom, coming back a few minutes later with a makeup wipe. He gently takes of my makeup then lays me down, unstrapping my shoes.
“You wanna shirt, or you wanna sleep like that?”
“Chest-to-chest,” I mumble then watch as he slips off his clothes and turns out the light. When his body compresses the bed, I snuggle into his side, and he pulls me up and over until I’m lying on top of him with my legs between his.
“Love you, baby.” His hand runs down my back, but I’m too out of it to reply, so I just kiss his chest and give him a pat. His body shakes and I know he’s laughing, but I ignore it and fall asleep.
Chapter 14
I wake up and look at the clock then down at the warm, sweet woman that’s asleep on top of me, closing my eyes. I couldn’t imagine not waking up to her everyday for the rest of my life.
I kiss her hair and roll to the side, fighting myself from sliding back inside her as I adjust her on the bed. These moments are the hardest. If I could spend my days with my mouth on her or my cock inside her, I would, but I need to get up and feed the boys then go over and meet her dad.
I never thought I would be asking a father for permission to marry his daughter, but with July, I know her dad’s approval is important, and if I’m honest with myself, it’s important to me as well. It would mean he thinks I’m good enough for his daughter.
“Stay with me,” she mumbles in her sleep, burying her face in my chest and making me smile.
“I gotta get up, baby,” I tell her, sitting up.
“I don’t want to get up.” She pouts, making me chuckle.
“You don’t need to get up; you can sleep.”
“Okay, good,” she sighs, then tugs my pillow down, hugging it to her chest. I run a hand down my face and pick up my sweats off the chair, pulling them on, and then head to the kitchen.
“Hey.” I pause to give Capone a scratch then go to the kitchen and set up the coffee pot before getting the boys their food and feeding Taser, who just tweets when he sees me. I still laugh when I think of his name and the fact if it weren’t for him, I wouldn’t have met July. Once I finish a cup of coffee, I grab a bottle of water, the bottle of aspirin from the cabinet, along with a glass of orange juice, and take them with me, setting them on the side table, so when July wakes up, she will see them.
I pull out a pair of jeans and a thermal shirt, taking them with me to the guest bath so I don’t wake her up.
Once I’m done showering, I dress quickly, put on my boots, grab my wallet and cell, and then head to my truck. When I open the door for the garage, the light comes on and I smile then laugh, going back into the house to grab a rag so I can wipe down the side of my truck, where July’s ass-print is. I don’t think her dad would be cool with me showing up with proof on the side of my truck that I’m trying to get his daughter pregnant, I think, then pause and lower my head, trying to breathe as I realize what I just thought. I know deep down it’s the truth; I would be happy if she had my kid. Fuck, I would be over the moon about it, and my mom…hell, my mom would be fucking thrilled to be a grandmother.
“One thing at a time,” I tell myself as I finish wiping down the truck.
By the time I pull out onto the highway, I feel like I’m preparing to go to war. I know that no matter what her dad says, I will still have July as my wife, but I want his approval, not for myself, but for her. I bought her ring two weeks ago, and I can’t wait to put it on her finger.
When I pull up to her parents’ house, I get out and November opens the front door, meeting me on the porch. “Hey, Wes. Where’s my daughter?”