Total pages in book: 143
Estimated words: 138541 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 693(@200wpm)___ 554(@250wpm)___ 462(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 138541 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 693(@200wpm)___ 554(@250wpm)___ 462(@300wpm)
So unfair.
“It’s my body,” I snap playfully, pulling my top up slightly and frowning at my bare naval.
“No, it is in fact my body. You gave it to me when you gave you to me. You’re not marring your perfection with a tattoo or any kind of metal piercing that could get infected and kill you.”
“Dramatic much?” I mutter, but my thoughts are swiftly broken by the sight of teddies in one of those grabbing machines. “I want one.”
“Now that is something I can allow you to do.”
Three quid later and a whole lot of wailing on my part, we still haven’t won a Winnie the Pooh teddy and Nathan is dragging me away.
Scamming machine.
It’s okay though, because the scent of doughnuts takes my mind off that and I’m quickly moving on.
When we finally make it into the pier, which has a huge arcade running through the entirety of it, we immediately take up a car game where we can race against each other. Nathan places Dillan on his lap, informing me you’re never too young to learn how to drive efficiently, even though Dillan doesn’t know what’s going on, nor can he see above the dashboard. Plus he’s entirely too interested in chewing on his own sock, which he pulled off about twenty seconds ago.
Nathan, seeing this, immediately removes the sock from his mouth and chastises the poor baby for trying to eat something that’s no doubt full of germs and bacteria from his tiny baby feet. I laugh the entire time.
Nathan is so good to him, too good. I think what makes it so amazing is the fact that he doesn’t have to be. It makes me wonder what Caleb would be like.
Would he have been as good as Nathan is, or would the novelty have worn off after a while?
I guess it makes no sense asking a question like that. I should just be grateful for what I have. Which I am, I definitely am.
Nathan, catching my eye as he playfully chastises my son, winks and gives me a secret smile. One that promises me things for later, hopefully good things. Good things without a stupid condom I double hope.
I return his smile and then we race.
He wins and because I’m such a sore loser and he’s such a smug winner, I don’t talk to him for three minutes until he promises to let me win next time but make it look legit. I can live with that.
By the time the sun sets and we finish eating at a local restaurant, we’re exhausted and ready to go home.
This has probably been one of the best days of my life so far. And I have crappy photo booth pictures to remember it by.
******
After showering, I tightly wrap a towel around me and make my way into the bedroom. Nathan, who had his shower the minute we walked into the house, is sat in bed leaning against the headboard, a book in his hands.
He puts it down and stares at me as I make my way across the room to the closet. His mouth falls open slightly and I hear him suck in a sharp blast of air when I pull the towel from around my body and use it to dry my hair.
Giving him an innocent smile, I do something I’ve never even had the courage to think of doing before and bend over, using the towel to dry my legs and ankles.
The way his eyes remain on me, the pupils dilating and his usually glistening lips seeming to dry as he watches me, makes me feel like the sexiest woman on earth.
“W…” He clears his throat and tries again. “What are you doing?”
“Getting ready for bed.”
“It doesn’t look like that from over here,” he mutters and I have to turn my head to stop him from seeing my gleeful smile. “Maybe you should put some clothes on.”
“It’s warm. I was just going to sleep like this. You don’t mind, do you?”
His throat bobs when he gulps. “I suppose not.”
“I’ll just braid my hair.” I do this quickly and place the towel in the laundry basket. When I turn back to him, I notice the book he was reading is now lying face down on his lap. Over his crotch. “Have you finished with this?” I take the book from his lap and try not to smirk when I see the thin bed sheet pop up into a tent like shape.
“I have now,” he says, his eyes narrowing with lust.
I quickly slide onto his lap, my crotch against his, with only his boxers and the thin sheet separating us. His hands rest against my hips and his eyes close when I grind against him.
“Let’s try,” I say quietly, running my hands through his hair.
“Try?” His voice sounds relaxed and languid.