Total pages in book: 296
Estimated words: 284055 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1420(@200wpm)___ 1136(@250wpm)___ 947(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 284055 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1420(@200wpm)___ 1136(@250wpm)___ 947(@300wpm)
She licks her lips as she looks at me with hooded eyes. “Then what are you waiting for, cowboy?”
Wrapping a firm hand around her neck, our mouths crash together, and I carefully guide her to my bed. The only way this is going to work right now is if she’s bent over the bed.
My lips trail along her jawline before lingering to her ear and pulling the lobe in between my teeth. “Turn around and bend over,” I order.
She happily spins around and digs her elbows into the mattress, spreading her thighs wide for me. I slide a hand down her spine and carefully lower her as much as she’s able without putting any weight on her stomach. She’s hanging off the edge of the bed with her fingers gripping the sheets. Once I make sure she’s comfortable in this position, I graze my hand down to her ass and pull her panties to the side until I can press a finger along her slit.
“Fuck, baby,” I growl as soon as her wetness coats the tip. I rub along her pussy and find her clit. The pad of my finger circles it, and she immediately starts trembling. “You okay?”
“Yes,” she pants. “I’m overly sensitive down there.”
“I can tell.”
My cock is rock hard and throbbing that it’s becoming painful. I slide her panties down her legs before spreading them wide again. Once I remove my pants and shirt, I align my cock with her entrance and grip her hips, slowly guiding myself inside.
“Oh my God,” River moans.
“Relax, sweetheart.”
She does, and when her hips arch, I thrust in farther. “Christ,” I hiss, grinding my teeth down. Her pussy feels like a vise grip as she clenches down on me, and I know it’s not going to take long to get either of us off.
“That feels so good. Shit, really good.” She rests her cheek on the bed, and her eyes roll to the back of her head.
Once I’m all the way in, I pull out and in again. Keeping my grip on her hips, I make sure to keep my stance and not lean over her like I usually would. Smacking of skin against skin fills the room along with our heated moans, but I can feel the orgasm building inside her. I squeeze her ass cheeks and spread them wide.
“Holy fuck,” I growl, keeping up with her pace as she rocks her hips back and forth against me.
“Right there,” she says. “Don’t stop.”
I thrust harder, chasing the release I know she’s desperate for. My cock gives her what she’s begging for, and when I wrap a hand around to her pussy and rub her clit, her entire body shakes as she screams moments later.
“Fuck.” That was so damn hot. “Goddammit,” I curse between my teeth as she tightens her pussy around my cock, and I can no longer hold back my own release.
My entire body jerks as I come inside her. I feel her muscles relax as we both come down from the high. Once I slide out, I help her stand up and turn her to face me.
She’s flushed, and I love that I made her feel that way. Wrapping my hand around her neck, I bend down and kiss her lips. She moans softly, and I can tell she’s relaxed and sated.
“Darlin’, you’re sleeping in my bed tonight,” I say against her mouth, and she nods, happily. “In fact, you’re sleeping in my bed every damn night.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
RIVER
The final two weeks of my pregnancy have been both heaven and hell.
Hell, because I feel like a beached whale, and I’m sweating in places I never knew existed. It’s the end of July in Texas, and I’m ready to claw my skin off.
Heaven, because being back in Alex’s arms every night has been the only thing keeping me going with a semi-positive attitude.
He’s kept his word and hasn’t left my side, even though, at times, I enjoy the quiet time to myself. I know he still feels guilty about that night he went out and got drunk, but I’m over it now. He made a mistake, and he’s more than learned his lesson. I believe him when he says it’ll never happen again, and the fact that he’d given me a second chance without much thought after how things ended in Key West tells me the kind of person he truly is.
But that doesn’t mean I can’t enjoy the make-up sex in the meantime.
“River,” Alex whispers against my hair. We’re lying in bed together after a restless night. It’s Saturday, so he doesn’t have to rush off to work since he’s off this weekend. I’d been up at least once every hour. Either because I had to pee or couldn’t get comfortable.
“Mmm?” I murmur.
Before he can respond, his stomach releases a wicked howling sound. I chuckle, knowing exactly what he’s going to say.