Total pages in book: 141
Estimated words: 134531 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 673(@200wpm)___ 538(@250wpm)___ 448(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 134531 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 673(@200wpm)___ 538(@250wpm)___ 448(@300wpm)
But a half zombie, her mind elsewhere, she’d hugged him with real affection.
It had warmed my heart and made me think of something that hadn’t been far from my mind.
I was not pregnant.
My period had come right on time, and I’d found myself feeling disappointed. It made absolutely no sense since this was a huge time in my life full of change and transition, and throwing a newborn baby into the mix would not have been wise.
Yet I was still disappointed.
And I could’ve sworn Swiss was too. Or it could’ve been wishful thinking.
“We haven’t been using protection,” I commented while we were in the kitchen. After we’d cleaned up from the party, Swiss had fucked me on the kitchen counter.
I’d just cleaned myself up, and had decided we needed chocolate chip cookies. Swiss had not argued. So I was in Swiss’s tee, mixing up the batter.
He was in sweats and nothing else.
“Well aware of that, Countess,” Swiss murmured, his hand going underneath the tee to cup my bare pussy.
I licked my lips, knees wobbling ever so slightly. “And I’m not on birth control,” I continued, voice smaller.
“Noticed that too, Kate,” Swiss retorted, more gently this time.
I tilted my head to look up at him. I shouldn’t have been surprised, really. He noticed everything about me and about my routine.
“And you’ve still been…”
“Coming inside you?” he finished for me.
Nodding, I felt my cheeks heat. The blush made absolutely no sense since he’d literally just fucked me on the counter I was making cookies on, but I blushed nonetheless.
“Still scares the shit out of me,” he admitted gravely. “Still somethin’ I’m gonna wrestle with. And when you get pregnant, I’ll probably be as fuckin’ crazy as Hades is.”
Swiss took the wooden spoon from my hands, lifting it to lick it before he put it in the bowl so he could yank me flush with his body.
He kissed me, and it tasted like cookie dough. “But seein’ you with Violet,” he murmured against my mouth. “Seein’ you as a mother.” He kissed me again, deeper this time. “Didn’t think you could be any sexier. And the thought of you growing my child.” His hand moved to my semi-flat stomach. The one that was doing cartwheels.
“Yeah, I think those things chase away some of the darkest shit my mind has to offer,” he rasped, eyes locked with mine. “If you wanna have a baby, that is. Wanna make it clear that any path you wanna take, I’m down with. Only thing that’s important to me is you being on the back of my bike for the rest of my life.”
My body bloomed with warmth and pure happiness.
“I want that with you,” I spoke without thinking. “I want a family with you.”
I barely got the words out before Swiss kissed me.
It was safe to say no cookies were baked that night. There were babies to be made.
Chapter Twenty-Five
Kate
“This is ruining my makeup,” I grumbled as Swiss guided me out of the car. He was guiding me because I was blindfolded which had been the case since he’d put me in the car.
It was Violet’s birthday.
Nineteen.
She’d slept over and we’d restrained ourselves for one night, though it was harder than it should’ve been. We had chocolate chip pancakes for breakfast, and Swiss brought coffees from Oliver’s. The day we signed the contract on the space, I’d told Julian I had to hand in my notice. He had been pissed off to be losing his barista but also incredibly happy for me. Because he was that kind of guy. Because I’d found myself surrounded with people who only wanted the best for me.
Swiss had also bought Violet a gift that I did not know about but that he’d obviously gotten some female’s opinion on because it was kickass and just the right size. A leather jacket. Buttery, expensive leather. Similar to one he’d given me a long time ago, one I wore whenever we were on the bike.
“You’re part of my family now,” he’d said as he presented it to her. “Gotta look the part.”
She’d loved the jacket. Absolutely loved it. In fact, she’d shoved it on top of her PJs and demanded Swiss take her on a ride. Not one to refuse the birthday girl, he did, and she’d come back with bright eyes and a beaming smile. I’d been worried about that smile because I recognized it. It was someone falling in love with the thrill of being on the back of someone’s bike.
I tried my best to push those thoughts aside.
I’d bought her a necklace—a simple gold chain with a floating solitaire garnet pendant in the middle—since she’d donated the diamond one her father got her. Along with everything else he’d ever given her. We’d also organized movers to go into our old house, gather up all of Violet’s things and have them brought to New Mexico.