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)
I didn’t doubt it. As long as he kept touching me the way he was now, there would be no stopping it. I cried out as he kissed my clit as his fingers delved deep. I cupped my breasts, massaging slowly as my muscles tightened and my legs trembled.
“Mmm, that’s a good girl.” With one final lick, he slowly rose. “I think, on your side would be best.”
He helped me reposition as he aligned his body with mine. It wasn’t the most ergonomic position, but he was able to make it work. Luckily, Hale had the right tools to make just about anything work. But I couldn’t say I loved the position, two minutes later we were trying something else.
And then something else. And then something else. It seemed nothing was comfortable when we had a beach ball separating us.
“Maybe this way’s better.” I draped my knee over his thigh so our bodies formed a sort of V on the bed.
He thrust a few times and I frowned. “How’s that feel?”
“Meh.”
“What’s wrong with doggy style?”
“I don’t think it’s a good idea to have my stomach down. We could crush little Banks or Clover.”
“Sometimes I wonder how many babies you have in there with all these names.”
“Really, Hale? A reference to me possibly carrying twins or quintuplets? Now?”
“No, no, no. That had nothing to do with your body.” He panicked then took a calming breath. “Never mind. How about missionary?”
I flopped to my back. “Try.”
He repositioned himself and pressed forward. “And we’re not naming my son Banks.”
I couldn’t meet his eyes. My boobs were suffocating me and the weight of my stomach left me winded. “Maybe we should just wait—”
“No, we’re figuring this out.”
“My belly’s in the way, Hale. I’m too big.”
“Your belly’s a part of you, Rayne.”
“Well, my boobs look gross like this. I don’t like it.”
He withdrew and rubbed his jaw. “Try getting on top.”
“I’ll crush you.”
“Knock it off.” He moved to his back and guided me over him, but I hesitated. “Go ahead.” He helped me seat myself. “See, you fit perfectly.” His hands cupped my stomach as he slowly flexed his hips.
Okay, this way was actually pretty good. “Don’t look at me.”
“Are you kidding? I love looking at you. You’re gorgeous.”
“Err,” I growled, because I didn’t feel gorgeous.
“Don’t growl at me. You’re a fucking goddess, Rayne.”
A goddess? That was a new one. And I kind of liked where this was going. “Tell me more.”
“You’re radiating life. Knowing you’re carrying my child in there…It’s a total fucking turn-on.”
“Ooh, I’m picking up on some big daddy energy.” I rocked my hips as he held my hands.
“Fucking right I got big daddy energy. That’s my baby in there.” He bucked his hips and I gasped. “And you’re my sexy little wife.”
“Ha. Not really little anymore.”
“To me you are. You’re fucking adorable, Rayne. When I see you wobbling around, I get an instant hard-on. The other day, when you were flopping around trying to find the remote, I nearly came in my pants.”
“You saw that?” I snicked my tongue against my teeth. “You could have helped me.”
“No way. It was like live wife-porn. I think I’ve been hard for you ever since.”
I laughed and clenched around him. “I can tell.”
He groaned. “And when you walk around in those little shorts with the waistband rolled down and your belly sticking out… God, I just want to bend you over and fuck you into next week.”
“All right, take it easy.”
“I’m serious. Your body is a thing of raw beauty. I look at you, and I’m awed by every inch of you.”
“Hale, if you wanted a blowjob, there are easier ways to get one.”
He cupped the back of my neck and pulled me down for a kiss. “I’m not trying to get a blowjob, baby. I’m just trying to get through to you. I love you—every single part of you. I don’t care about your size or how you dress. I just want to be close to you.”
And those were the magic words I needed to hear. Brick by brick, he broke my inhibitions down as he always did. Sex might be a physical act, but sometimes it was more emotional than anything else. Hale loved me, and I loved him. I knew then that we could go through anything together, including the unflattering beauty of childbirth.
We were ready.
I Should Have Suspected…
“Idon’t understand.” My mother said as I handed her the key. “You rented a place for me to stay? I thought I was staying with you to help out.”
“No, Mom, we didn’t rent it. We bought it.”
“You’re moving? This seems like an inopportune time, Rayne. Shouldn’t you have waited until after the baby’s born?”
Oh, my Gosh. I mentally counted to ten.
Maybe I was saying it wrong.
“We bought you a house, Mom. It’s yours. To live in.”