Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 87990 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87990 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
“What the fuck?” Chin to my chest, I bolted into an upright position and looked down in horror. “What the fucking fuck is that?” I was leaking.
Hale stared at my body with wide eyes. “Is that supposed to happen?”
“I don’t know!”
I covered my boobs and searched for a rag as Hale Googled from his phone.
The shed was severely understocked for leaky tits, so I used my dress to wipe up the trickle of liquid dripping from my nipples—all sexy feelings gone. “I thought milk didn’t come in until after the baby was born!”
“It’s not milk. This says it’s something called colostrum.” He read from his phone as I tried to hide from any light. “It says oxytocin, the same hormone that triggers the let-down reflex during breastfeeding, can occur from orgasm.” He read directly from the article, “Breast milk may leak or spray during sex.”
“I’m sorry, did you say spray?”
He pocketed his phone. “That’s what it says.” He bent to my chest, and I grabbed him by the hair, jerking him back.
“Hale! What the hell are you doing?”
“What? You think I’m not going not to touch your boobs for the next four months because of a little milk?”
I stared, wide-eyed, as he pinned my hands at my hips and licked the liquid from my nipple.
He shrugged. “It’s sweet.”
“I cannot believe you just did that.”
“Rayne, there’s no part of you that could disgust me. Who cares? We drink breast milk from cows.”
“Well, you’re not drinking mine.” I pushed my dress back in place. “The baby needs it.” I protectively covered my chest.
“You’re being a prude. It’s not like I was going to nurse from you. I tasted it. So what? Aren’t you a little curious what it tastes like?”
“Not even a little bit.”
“Fine.” He chuckled in the same way he did the first time he tried to go down on me. Hale was always much more daring than me when it came to bed sport. “I’ll just have to fill up on the rest of you.” He yanked open my legs and went to town.
“Ah!” I dropped back and let it happen.
Three minutes later, I was howling and coming again, boobs dribbling like leaky old faucets. “This is terrible!”
“You’re too in your head. Don’t let it bother you.”
This, coming from a guy who couldn’t stand a smudge of anything on his body.
It didn’t get any better when he was inside of me. They just kept leaking. I was mortified, but Hale—the pervert—loved it. The harder I came, the more they leaked. I should have known a man who loved to make me squirt would get a kick out of this. Give him enough time, and he’d have me operating like a full-fledged waterpark.
I left the smokehouse damp, shivering, and needing a shower. Hale arrogantly whistled his way back to the woodpile and swung the ax with more pluck and vigor then he had when I found him.
Slinking into the house like a mangey coyote, I tried to sneak upstairs unnoticed.
“Momma!” Elara called, racing over to show me her scribbled drawing of what looked like it might be a pumpkin. It was round and orange.
“Nice work, Peanut.”
“You look flushed, Rayne,” my mother said as she crocheted a blanket she’d been working on for the new baby. “I remember when I was pregnant with you. Your father and I couldn’t keep our hands off each other.”
“Mom! Ew!”
“What? That shed might not have windows, but I have ears.”
My humiliation was complete. “I’m going to shower and erase my memories from the last hour.” I skulked up the stairs.
The following day, everyone was settled in. Remington was sneaking work, which meant he was calling me every five minutes, which frustrated Hale to no end. I received more than enough impatient looks but he said nothing. My mother made things worse by always asking who was calling me. I ignored her, because everyone else knew it was Remington every time.
Naomi commented repeatedly about how needy Remy could be, which also didn’t help matters. But to be fair, they didn’t realize this was a hot-button issue between me and Hale.
As long as I played down the situation and didn’t appear stressed by my bossy father-in-law’s neediness, the situation was managed. But Hale still got frustrated.
“Just go over there,” Hale eventually said. “But be back by five. We have that dinner tonight, and we’re leaving at six.”
Shock of shock, Hale was very persnickety about being on time. “It’s fine. I can just—” My phone buzzed again.
“Just go, Rayne.”
I hesitated, not wanting to make this a thing, but going over there would put an end to the incessant calls sooner so we could get on with our peaceful holiday. “Are you sure?”
When my phone buzzed yet again, he narrowed his eyes. “Yes.”
With Miles out of the office visiting his own family and most of the staff gone at headquarters, there was only me, so it made sense that Remington would hit me up more than usual. As soon as I arrived at Remington’s, Odette greeted me with a smile and a cocktail in her bejeweled hand.