Total pages in book: 46
Estimated words: 45063 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 225(@200wpm)___ 180(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45063 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 225(@200wpm)___ 180(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
He leans down, his breath warm against my neck. I wrap my arms around his again, holding him close, as the lower half of our bodies slam together, my hips moving like somebody else has taken possession of them.
Not a virgin, not somebody who has to wonder if she’s good enough.
I know I am. The evidence is in the way my man’s moans get even hotter, more tangled with desire, as I sense him getting closer and closer to his end.
My pussy is on fire, the euphoria engulfing all of me. We’re melting together. There’s no other explanation. Our bodies sink into each other as he pounds into me, his cock taking possession of me.
“You better come on my dick soon,” he growls in my ear, his tone frantic. “You better seep all over it. Down every inch. I can feel how… ah… close…”
“I can feel it, too,” I scream. “At the…”
When I can’t finish the sentence, he does it for me.
“Same. Time.”
We rock together with more urgency, the rest of the world forgotten, time stretching. The moment right before the orgasm feels like it lasts a year, letting me hover in it, savor it. Then the orgasm erupts in me, my sex tightens around his cock and my entire body feels electrified.
It’s like pleasure explodes from every inch of him. Expanding inside, my belly floods with warmth.
With a baby.
I know it’s impossible, but the thought pushes me to more pleasure. The thought we could be making our first child.
He snarls and rears back like a beast, sweat soaking his muscular, glistening body.
“So. Tight. Yes.”
“Hmm,” I moan, the only sound I’m capable of producing.
He grunts as he explodes in me, my orgasm getting even longer, lengthening the pleasure. Finally, he collapses atop me, both of our bodies shaking as we claw onto each other. His lips smear against my cheek, the warmth tingling, tempting me to ask him to do it again.
Confidence has flooded me. I am good enough for my man. We can do it. We can have a family and a future. It’s not just a dream anymore.
He rolls aside, pulling me into his arms, squeezing me so tight like he’d die, kill before he lets me go.
“You know what this means,” he says after a pause.
He doesn’t have to say it. Of course, I know.
It means we have to tell Adam.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
Bryson
When we return to the house, Adam is home, sitting at the kitchen table, doing a crossword. He looks up as we enter, his expression jolting, then reforming into something steady when he sees that Harper and I are together. I’m purposefully standing a few feet away from her. I fear if I stand any closer, I’ll leap on her again.
I’ll drag her back to the hotel room where she gave me everything, every last piece of her, and she was more beautiful and sexier than I ever could’ve dreamed.
“We need to talk,” I say.
Adam sighs, lays his pen down, then stands. “I guess we do.”
“You don’t seem surprised,” I comment.
He stares at me for a few moments, the same way he did when I asked him what he’d tell Harper if she asked about Eva’s childhood.
“I’ve had a few thoughts. Anyway, I knew there was a chance of this happening, leaving you two alone together. So let’s talk.”
He walks past us into the living room, leaving Harper and me to exchange looks.
“At least he didn’t hit you,” Harper murmurs.
“Yeah, good to look on the bright side.”
She smiles briefly, then pushes it from her face as though she doesn’t want to let any happiness enter this moment.
We walk together into the living room to find Adam sitting on the couch, his elbows resting on his knees, hands clasped. There’s a picture of Eva on the large TV in the living room, an expression on her face I recognize from when we were kids.
“What’s going on?” I ask.
“I never told you, either of you.” Adam looks at Harper and then at me as we settle on the other couch. “Eva was diagnosed with cancer two weeks before the car accident. We were working out how to tell the family when… Well…”
Adam pauses, his clasped hands shaking, like he’s struggling to keep the sadness contained.
“If you said she had the worst luck a person can,” he goes on. “I would have agreed with you. You know Eva. She wanted to be ready. She started recording videos. They were all for me, but I think she was planning to do more for everybody else before…”
When Adam shudders again, Harper leaves the couch and goes to him, wrapping her arm around her brother. I’m relieved he doesn’t flinch away. Maybe it means there’s some hope.
If he’s guessed about Harper and me, surely he’d be pissed. Yeah, at me. Maybe not at her.