Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 28105 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 141(@200wpm)___ 112(@250wpm)___ 94(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 28105 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 141(@200wpm)___ 112(@250wpm)___ 94(@300wpm)
Calder comes over and places Jonathan in my arms. “I think he’s hungry again.”
“If he’s anything like his father, I’m sure he is.” I hold him to my breast and he latches on immediately and starts nursing like a champ. I grunt a little at his aggressive feeding and then relax when he slows down a bit. “Yep. Just like his father.”
“You did great, sweetheart. Just perfect.”
I look up to see a little mist in Calder’s eyes.
“What is it?” I ask, worry starting to creep in.
“Nothing.” He leans forward and gives me a quick kiss before pulling back and looking between the baby and me. “I was just worried. What if everything I loved most was taken from me again? I’m just happy you and our son are okay. I love you so much, Felicity.”
I’m a giant ball of hormones right now, so I just nod and whisper that I love him, too. Any more than that and I’ll send myself into a spiral of tear-filled thankfulness. Instead, Calder wraps me in his arms while I nurse Jonathan, and we stay like that for a long time.
Our little bubble of love is impossible to burst. It’s as if everything between us has clicked into place, and this is exactly where we are meant to be. I’ve never had a feeling so strong before, knowing that being with Calder is the right choice, and every choice I made before it has led me here. It’s beautiful and powerful, and I’m going to live the rest of my life being thankful for it.
Epilogue
Felicity
Two years later…
“Well, I just wanted to come in and see if there was anything else I could help you out with today, Mrs. Cox.”
The young guy who does yard work for us is leaning against the doorframe. He’s got his shirt off and he’s sweaty, so I back up. All I can think about is putting distance between us because I don’t want it to get on me. Maybe some women would find him attractive, but he’s far too pretty and into himself for my taste. I’ve got a thing for dark-haired grumpy men, and I don’t ever see that changing.
“No thanks, Ben. We’re all set.”
“Are you sure?” He licks his lips, and his eyes run up and down my body. I don’t like the way it feels. I’m fully dressed, but somehow this feels a bit like a violation. Only my husband gets to look at me like this.
Who does this guy think he is? He’s helped out with our regular gardener twice and suddenly he thinks he’s entitled to hit on me? Hell no. I’m about to open my mouth to tell him off when a massive dark blur moves in front of me.
Before I can blink, Calder has the kid pushed up against the side of the house and holds him off the ground by his neck.
“Calder,” I say in a soft voice. “Remember, if you kill him on our property, the cops are more likely to find his body.”
Ben’s eyes go as wide as saucers, and he starts to panic.
“You’re right, sweetheart. I should take him down by the lake with the others.”
Ben starts coughing, and his face turns purple.
Calder leans in and growls in his face. “You leave now and I’ll let you keep breathing. Don’t you ever come back, or I’ll rip your eyes out for looking at my wife that way.”
He drops Ben to the ground, and the gardener takes off faster than a bullet. Calder watches him leave and then turns back to me.
He’s breathing a little heavily, and there’s this angry look on his face. I don’t know why, but my panties are drenched. Seeing him so possessive of me and so strong, it’s got all my female hormones firing.
“Calder.”
His name is a cross between a question and a moan. Looking down, I see the erection clearly outlined in the front of his slacks, and I lick my lips.
“Get in the house now, Felicity.”
He takes a step towards me, but I’m overwhelmed by my need for him. Right. This. Second. I’m not moving unless it’s to let him put his dick in me.
He lowers his chin and glares at me with hooded eyes. He feels this, too. This internal need to mark his territory, and God help me, I want to be his possession. I want to be stamped and branded as his like never before.
Faster than I expect, he’s picking me up and our mouths are connecting. My hands rip at his shirt, popping the buttons and tearing the material as I go. I feel his hands grip my ass roughly, and then my back hits something solid. I’m pinned to a wall by the lower half of his body as his hands push up my dress and rip away my panties.