Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 87940 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87940 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
“Makes sense, unless he wanted to rent it.”
“He doesn’t want to bother with it. So I told him I’d get it all staged nicely. Anyway, tomorrow I’ll start packing. I’ll have it done by the time you get back from the road trip this upcoming weekend and maybe you can get some of the guys to help move everything in one trip?”
“That will work. I’ll ask Camden to help so we can use his truck.”
Kiera brings her hand up and traces a pattern over my chest, her eyes focused on her fingers.
“Something wrong?”
“No,” she says softly, her gaze lifting. “It’s just… two weeks ago, you and I were fuck buddies. And now we’re moving in together.”
“It seems too fast,” I say, assuming that’s where she’s going. But we don’t have any choice. The pregnancy put everything on a different time line.
“It’s just a little overwhelming,” she admits. “But in a good, thrilling way.”
Laughing, I squeeze her tight to me. “I know exactly what you mean.”
CHAPTER 28
Kiera
I’m not sure if it’s a good thing or a bad thing, but Bain is scrambling to get ready for the game. His duffel is packed and he’s got most of his suit on—a beautiful light gray—but he’s struggling with the tie. Over the course of our nearly two-month relationship, I’ve been with him on the mornings of game day and he’s usually not this discombobulated.
But this morning, we didn’t follow the normal rules of waking up, having a good breakfast and methodically getting him packed up to head to the arena for his personal preparations for the game. Instead, Bain rolled me under him and spent a long time playing between my legs. He was leisurely about it, using his fingers and tongue. He talked to me—filthy words—that had me begging. Just when I was about to come, he stopped and then did something he’d never done before and I’m telling you… it was hot.
He grabbed my hair. Fisted it tight and forced my mouth on his cock. It’s not a hardship as I love giving him oral as much as he loves giving it to me. But this domineering, alpha play where he used my mouth for his own pleasure turned me on so much, I physically ached for him.
I tried to touch myself but he growled at me, “Don’t fucking do it. You come when I let you come.”
Ultimately, he did let me come by yanking me off his dick, flipping me on my stomach and hauling my ass up into the air. He drove into me and within three hard thrusts, I was breaking apart so violently, I had nothing left to give him in the participation department. I just lay there like a limp rag doll while he fucked me. Of course, Bain was so primed and ready after that amazing blow job, it didn’t take him long either.
And after… he wanted to cuddle. We spooned, something we’ve made part of our sleeping ritual, except this morning we talked about nothing and everything. He leaves for a road trip day after tomorrow and I’ll start packing my belongings for the next phase of our journey together. Bain’s parents are coming in next weekend and oddly, I’m not nervous about hanging out with them. They’ll stay with us at Bain’s in the guest room. I’ve heard Bain talk about them enough to know they’re cool. My mom is coming in next month for the twins’ birthday and wants to help shop for the nursery.
That led to a long discussion about what we wanted to do. Do we find out the baby’s sex? Do we do the room in pink or blue, or go with a unique color? Bain is partial to a hockey-themed room and I’d like a fairy-tale forest.
“Here,” I murmur, stepping up to him. “Let me do your tie.”
I often did this for Drake once I moved to Pittsburgh. He knew how to do it himself, but I always do it better.
I love the intimacy of it as Bain stares at me while I stare at the tie, looping, crossing over, again and pulling it through. I tighten the knot, straighten it and then pat him on the chest. When my face lifts, the intensity of his desire for me does funny things to my tummy.
“Why are you looking at me like that?” I ask coyly.
“Because something about you doing my tie for me makes me want to yank it off and tie you up with it,” he growls, but he settles for taking my face in his large hands and giving me a soft kiss. “You’re riding with Brienne to the arena?”
“Yeah. I’ll be there around five p.m. She has a media interview scheduled so I’ll hang out in the family lounge.”
“I’ll come by to see you,” he says before pressing his lips to my forehead.