Total pages in book: 32
Estimated words: 29992 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 150(@200wpm)___ 120(@250wpm)___ 100(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 29992 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 150(@200wpm)___ 120(@250wpm)___ 100(@300wpm)
I strip out of my clothes, needing to be inside of her. To reassure myself she’s okay. That she is forever mine.
“Beau.” She moans, wrapping herself around me as I thrust all the way home. Her pussy was already soaked for me. Her body takes me easily. She was made for me and me alone. “I love you.”
“I love you too, dream girl,” I say. Even the word love doesn't feel like it’s enough for what she does to me. She’s my everything.
My dream girl is no longer a dream. Now she’s my reality, and I’m never letting her go.
Epilogue
Carey
Angel stares at me like I’ve lost my mind. Maybe I have. Even to me this sounds ridiculous. Still I know something is going on, and I’m going to get to the bottom of it one way or another.
“You have pregnancy brain,” she insists.
“Whatever.” I roll my eyes. “Are you in or out?” We have the whole afternoon to ourselves. Elizabeth and William have the kids today. Then my dads are picking up my boys for a sleepover tonight.
“Of course I’m in! What kind of question is that?” She puts her hands on her hips. Okay, maybe I do have pregnancy brain. Angel and I do most everything together even if it’s over the top and out there. We always stick together. You have to when you have two hard-headed husbands that worry over you way more than they need to. I’d be a liar if I didn't admit that I think it’s actually kind of adorable. Annoying at times but still adorable.
“Okay.” I walk over to my closet, pulling out a bag.
“Oh noes.” Angel eyes the bag.
I unzip it, pulling out two wigs. One is red, and the other is jet black. I also pull out two pairs of black yoga pants and two black tops. Angel snags the black wig and without question starts changing into the clothes I’ve provided.
“You look good with black hair.” She adjusts the wig in the mirror. I jump up and down a bit, trying to get the yoga pants over my small baby bump. I’m only four months along, but this pregnancy my belly popped out fast. This is my third pregnancy. The first one I’ve had to do alone. The first two Angel and I did together. But I’ve always had it in my mind that I wanted three kids.
“How about me?” I pull the wig on. Angel’s is straight where mine is curly.
“It’s cute, Red.” She winks at me. “I’ll drive.” She grabs her purse. I follow her out of the house.
We ended up selling our last place when Beau wrapped up the contracts on the other warehouses. They sold like crazy. We built a home closer to Angel and Logan. I got nervous being so close to the water. My little boys are adventurous.
It was fun getting to design our forever home together knowing we were planning for three little ones. I took a leave from work four years ago. I’m not sure if I’m ever going back at this point. Not that I really care. My family is where I want to be.
“You do know Beau would never cheat on you, right?”
“Of course!” I say instantly. “But I do think this Kelly is trying to flirt with him.” I purse my lips. “I mean, why does he leave the room to take a call?” I saw the name light up on his screen before he answered. He told me it was someone new he hired. It was the first time I’d heard about it.
“The boys can be loud?” she suggests. True.
“He was laughing! I heard him laugh.” Okay, I’m starting to sound crazy. I huff, blowing a curl out of my face.
“How dare he.” She laughs.
“Hey, you’re on my side!” I pull my phone out, checking his location. He must be having lunch. I chew on my bottom lip, wondering if it’s with her. I should have asked what he hired her for. Beau has so many crew and men under him at this point it’s impossible to keep up.
“We should get ice cream,” Angel says as we pass an ice cream shop.
“On the way back. We have to stay focused.”
“Right,” she agrees as I give her directions to the restaurant. When we pull up, I see Beau’s truck in the parking lot. “I think you know he’s not up to anything, and you wanted to have an adventure.” Angel parks the car.
“Possibly,” I agree, tapping my baby bump. “It’s been awhile since we did something crazy. We have to keep these men on their toes.” Angel laughs as we get out of the car and head for the front of the restaurant. I peek in the windows as we pass by, not seeing him.
We enter the restaurant, and the hostess gives us a funny look. “Table for two?” she asks.