Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 85274 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 426(@200wpm)___ 341(@250wpm)___ 284(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 85274 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 426(@200wpm)___ 341(@250wpm)___ 284(@300wpm)
“Want to talk about it?”
I think about that for a second, unsure how to tell him what I’m feeling when I don’t even really know myself. “I feel like we’re missing something. I don’t know what, but last night when we were in the parking garage...The guy I saw. I don’t know. He looked familiar, but I can’t place from where.”
Lincoln nods in understanding. “I’m going to keep you and the baby safe. I promise. Please don’t stress over this.” He places a kiss to my nose, each of my cheeks, and then finally my lips. “Nothing will happen to either of you.”
CHAPTER THIRTY
LINCOLN
“Holy shit, El. You feel so good.” I thrust into Ellie from the bottom, massaging her breasts while she rides me. Her hands are resting on my shoulders, using them as support, and I never want this to end. She’s thirty-two weeks pregnant, and with her bump growing more and more every day, she prefers to be on top, and I’m not complaining. The sight of her tits bouncing as she rides my dick like a stick shift in a sport’s car is a fucking turn-on.
“I’m so close,” she mewls, trying to find the spot that will set her off. Since I’ve spent months learning her body, and I know it better than she does, I grip her hips and find the spot for her. It only takes seconds in this position before she’s flying over the edge and taking me with her. She doesn’t stop until she’s milked me dry, and then with a quick kiss, she climbs off, so we can take a shower and start our day.
“You’re having breakfast with Sienna?”
“Yep,” she says, soaping up her body. “I can’t get enough of Colton. He’s so sweet.”
“Soon, we’ll have one of our own.” I grab the shampoo and turn her around so I can wash her hair, knowing she loves when I do it. Just as I suspected, the minute my fingers delve into her hair, her body relaxes, and she groans in pleasure.
“I have some business to handle. A meeting for the casino we’re building.”
“Can you still go to my doctor’s appointment?”
“Of course.” I turn her back around and kiss her wet lips. “If I lose track of time, just come and get me when we need to go.”
ELLIE
“You’re the cutest little baby, aren’t you?” I say in a baby voice to Colton. He’s seriously the cutest freaking baby ever—after London and Brooklyn of course. But when London was born, I was young and didn’t enjoy her like that. And I had moved to California shortly after Brooklyn was born.
“He’s the devil,” Sienna groans with a laugh. “London and Brooklyn were both sleeping for several hours a night by six weeks old, but not him. He’s going to give me a run for my money, I just know it.”
“Just like his daddy,” I coo, making Colton smile.
“I’m going to make myself a sandwich. You hungry?” Sienna asks, standing.
“Oh, I—” I check my phone and see the time. “Shoot, no. I need to get going. I have my thirty-two-week checkup today.”
“Getting close.”
“Yep, it’s crazy to think that by Thanksgiving, Lincoln and I will be joining the parent club.” I set Colton in his swing and give him a kiss on the forehead. Then hug my sister. “I’m really glad we’ll have you and Micah next door to help us. I’m excited, but I’m not going to lie. I’m also a bit nervous. Being responsible for someone’s life is a lot. And watching how badly mom failed...”
“You’re not Mom,” she reminds me. “And I’ll be there with you every step of the way. And you’ll have Lincoln. He’s a wonderful uncle, and I have no doubt he’s going to make a great dad.” She kisses my cheek. “Let me know how it goes.”
“Will do.”
When I get inside, I call out Lincoln’s name, but he’s nowhere to be found. I check his office, our room, the gym, but he’s not here. I shoot him a text, but he doesn’t respond, so I pop my head out of the door. “Hey, Oscar, have you seen Lincoln?”
“Not since he left about an hour ago. Everything okay?”
“Yeah, we need to leave for my doctor’s appointment, or we’ll be late.” I could’ve sworn he told me to come and get him when it was time to go, but maybe he said he’d meet me there? With my pregnancy brain, anything is possible. “Can you take me? I’m assuming Lincoln is going to meet us at the doctor’s office.”
“Of course, ma’am. You ready to go?”
“Yep.” I grab my purse, and then we take off down the elevator. I check my phone again to see if Lincoln’s responded, but the elevator has no service. The second we step out the back door, my phone pings with a text from Lincoln telling me he’s sorry and will meet me at my appointment.