Broken Strings – Rythm And Tempo Read Online Mila Crawford

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, BDSM, Contemporary, Erotic, Taboo Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 43681 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 218(@200wpm)___ 175(@250wpm)___ 146(@300wpm)
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Our publicist is a saint. Kathy has put up with many of our escapades. She once told me she wanted to bleach out her eyes. My response was that I paid her enough to buy a bleach factory.

“You’re crazy,” Cash huffs.

“I love fucking you. No need to deprive myself of what I love doing most in the world.” I bite her earlobe. “I love you so much.” The elevator dings, and the doors open. “I plan on fucking you so hard that you won’t be able to walk in the morning.”

Cash smiles. “Can’t wait.”

Second Epilogue

Cash –Five Years Later

“Did you call your mother to watch Lori?” I ask Gunner as I lie on the bed, breathing deeply to control the pain of the contractions.

The pain this time around is unbelievable. I don’t remember it hurting like this with Lori. Her birth was easy—so easy that I stupidly agreed to do it all over again.

“Yes, baby. She’s on her way,” Gunner says as he sits by my bedside, grabbing my hand and bringing it to his lips. “I love you.”

“Your love got me here.” I shoot him daggers. He laughs, infuriating me even further. “It’s not funny. These two boys are gonna be trouble.”

“Baby, just think about their sweet smell and cute little faces,” my husband says, stroking my forehead.

“I’m here! Where is my grandbaby?” Loretta hollers as she barges through the front door.

Gunner moans as he greets his mother, leaving me to shuffle off the bed. When he sees me struggling, he runs back to me and takes my arm, helping me to stand.

“Sorry, baby,” he says sheepishly. “Mom, we’re upstairs!”

“Shhh. Lori is sleeping,” I say, whacking him on the arm. “Don’t wake her.”

“Oh, sweetheart. Get my beautiful daughter-in-law to the hospital so I can meet my grandsons,” Loretta says by Gunner’s shoulder.

“We’re going, Mom,” Gunner replies easily.

We’re in the car a minute later. Gunner drives, and I lie in the back seat like a giant beached whale. Soon, my little hellraisers will be in my arms.

“Gunner…?” I whisper.

“Yeah, baby?”

“I didn’t mean it. This isn’t your fault. Well, it is, but it’s not a bad thing. I can’t wait to meet these two. I love you.”

“I know, Sparrow. I love you back, baby.”

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After five hours of labor, we finally have our little boys in our arms. I lie on the bed nursing them, beyond happy for the gifts I’ve received in my life.

Gunner sits beside me, his eyes gleaming and a goofy smile on his face. Calvin and Donavan are our perfect babies. “I love you so much, Cash,” he whispers, his voice rich with emotion.

I gaze at my handsome husband and notice a small tear rolling down his face. My heart expands with so much love and emotion.

“You’ve given me everything, and I have no idea how to thank you,” he murmurs, watching his sons feed. “I could spend the rest of my life kissing the ground you walk on, and it wouldn’t be enough. You’ve given me the world.”

“I’d give you more than the world if I could. Just no more babies. I’m done.” I laugh as he takes our sleeping boys from me and places them in their bassinets.

“We make beautiful children… I’m not sure I can make that promise.” He kisses my forehead.

“Thank you for my life,” I whisper, closing my eyes.

Lyrics to another hit song form in my mind as I drift off to sleep. I’m so in love and grateful for so many gifts.

When life gave me broken strings, the universe gave me him.

Gunner Shaw. My husband. My hero. My music man.

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