Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 33407 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 167(@200wpm)___ 134(@250wpm)___ 111(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33407 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 167(@200wpm)___ 134(@250wpm)___ 111(@300wpm)
He aligns our bodies, then he’s pushing inside of mine. Even though he goes slow, he’s still so big and there’s a pinch where we’re joined.
I don’t even realize I’ve tensed up until he starts pressing kisses to my jaw and earlobe. “Breathe. You can take this.”
It’s only when I’ve relaxed that he starts moving again and the entire time, he’s murmuring under his breath. I’m not sure what he’s saying, and I don’t care because the feeling of his body in mine is right.
I’ve always worried that sex would be awkward and uncomfortable. But this is wonderful and special and everything I’d always hoped it would be.
I don’t even realize I’m coming again until I hear a woman moaning and realize it’s me. I’m clawing at his arms and nearly sobbing from pleasure. “That’s…so…good.”
“Come for me.”
Instantly, my pussy spasms around him. All this man has to do is look at me and I want to obey him. I want to spend my life earning that deep rumble of approval that he’s making right now.
“Good girl,” he croons, right as he comes, too, his movements growing more frantic before he finally stills above me. He’s quiet, the only sound in the room our harsh breathing.
My whole body feels like it’s floating, and I’m pretty sure this is the best night of my life. At least, it is until I realize what the stickiness between my thighs means. “We didn’t use a condom.”
He lifts his head to search my face. “You’re my first. I’m healthy, with no risk factors for—”
“Actually, I was thinking about…pregnancy,” I gasp out, suddenly aware that he’s still inside of me. As soon as I say the word, our bodies respond. My pussy snaps around his cock at the same time he jerks inside of me. He’s getting hard again already.
“The stuff I said last night about breeding you, that wasn’t just talk.” There’s a warning note in his tone.
I squeeze him again, relief filling me. “You’re going to give me a baby?”
He swears under his breath, then he’s in motion again. “We’re making a baby tonight.”
I shudder from the sheer bliss of having our bodies connected the way they were always meant to be. I never realized soulmates were a thing until I met this burly, bearded man who’s doing his best to breed me.
I raise my hips to meet each of his pounding thrusts, raking my nails down his back and crying out his name.
As I get to the edge, he pulls out.
I whimper at the loss of contact, but before I can even complain, Zac has me on all fours.
He plunges into my body like if he takes me hard enough, we’ll make that baby. The thought sends me higher, the pleasure building even faster.
He strokes my clit furiously, growling in my ear that I have to come for him. But it’s not until he tells me to take his big cock that I come with a scream.
His release follows mine, his seed splashing deep into my body as he pumps into me one final time. He collapses beside me but tugs me into his arms.
I rest my head on his shoulder, my body buzzing. “I want a really big family.”
“Good,” he growls. “Because you’re not leaving this bed until you’re pregnant.”
Chapter 15
Zac
Dotty is snoring lightly when I reach in my nightstand to grab the paper I keep there. I know some people use their phones to capture ideas, but I’ve always thought better on paper.
I settle in the chair in the corner of the room so I don’t wake Dotty and start scribbling. Ever since I met Dotty, I’ve had a hundred new ideas every day. The world doesn’t look the same since I fell in love. She hasn’t said it back to me, but I know she feels it. My girl is scared, but I’m patient.
As if my thoughts woke her, she stirs. She sits up in bed, all messy hair and freckles. She’s never looked more gorgeous to me than she does now. She grabs the sheet and holds it over her luscious body. “More song ideas?”
I make a hum of contentment as I scribble more thoughts down. Nothing feels as good to me as writing, except being naked with Dotty, which she currently is. Damn, I’m doing the wrong activity.
“When did you start writing music?” She asks with a yawn.
I start to give her my go-to answer, the one I say in all the interviews. But something stops me. I don’t want her to know Zac, the country musician. I want her to know me, the man. “Sometime in the hospital.”
She calls my name softly and I can’t think about the pity in her voice. Can’t even look at her right now so I grab my guitar instead. The familiar weight of it centers me and allows me to get the words out, “My dad and I were in a car crash years ago. He…didn’t make it.”