Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 44788 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 224(@200wpm)___ 179(@250wpm)___ 149(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 44788 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 224(@200wpm)___ 179(@250wpm)___ 149(@300wpm)
“Wait .”
He paused by the door, his shirt still in his hands .
“I will tell you if you promise in advance not to hate me .”
“I could never hate you Becks. Don’t you know that ?”
“Okay. Just… just sit down or something .”
He sat on the edge of the bed, waiting. I swallowed and exhaled a big breath .
“When I left …”
“What? Another guy? I told you I don’t care, Becks .”
“No. Just listen. When I left, I wasn’t alone .”
His hand reached out to stroke my leg .
“I didn’t know it at the time. But I was …”
“What Becks ?”
I stared him right in the face and said it .
“I was pregnant .”
His eyes got really, really big. He held perfectly still, almost as if he was afraid to move. He looked kind of pale, which made the faded scars on his jaw stand out in stark relief .
“What ?”
“I know this is a lot to take in and maybe not the best possible moment to tell you but -”
You are babbling, Becky ! Hush !
But I didn’t stop .
“I was going to tell you. I just can’t think when I’m around you and I was so mad. Anyway, she’s amazing and healthy and perfect and I don’t expect anything if you don’t want it but if you do, well, I just know you will love her .”
Whiskey blinked slowly, like he was coming out of a trance. Maybe my gibberish had stunned him. Maybe I’d hypnotized him with my blatant stupidity .
“We have… a baby ?”
I nodded, my insides shivering with worry. I didn’t know how he would take it. Whiskey was great with kids but who knew if he even wanted one for himself. Let alone one with me .
He might run .
“I’m a daddy ?”
“Yes. If you want to be .”
His face was somber as he reached for me, pulling me into his arms. Then I was in the air as he lifted me up and spun me around .
“I’m a daddy !”
“Whiskey! Put me down! I’m dizzy !”
I was giggling though as he sat in the chair by the window, cradling me in his lap .
“I can’t believe you went through all that alone. Where is she? Where is she now ?”
“Mae’s watching her. Her name is Eliza .”
He squeezed me .
“You named her after my mom ?”
I nodded, snuggling into his chest .
“Her nickname is Petunia though .”
“Thank you. That means a lot to me .”
“I was going to tell you. I was working up to it. I was just… scared .”
“I know. And you thought I was a walking ballsack .”
I giggled again, more relieved than I could say .
“Well… yeah, that’s pretty much it .”
“I can’t wait to meet her .”
I wrapped my arms around him, stunned and overjoyed at the way things were turning out. I’d have to skip the tar and feathers after all. Kaylie deserved an award for her plan, not the stockade .
“I can’t wait for you to meet her either .”
“Becks, don’t wiggle around so much. I’m a little too excited …”
“Well, I don’t have a problem with that .”
“Oh, you don’t do you ?”
I wiggled some more, intentionally rubbing his massive erection with my bottom .
“I want to hear everything .”
“Okay .”
He squeezed me again .
“But not until after .”
Chapter Twenty -Five
Whiskey
I cupped her bottom in my hands, moaning at the perfect handfuls. She was already in her panties. The only thing between me and my goal was a thin scrap of lace and my jeans .
“Hmmm… Becky …”
She gasped as I hoisted her up, wrapping her legs around my hips. She was so short and I was so tall, it should have been impossible between us to hold each other. Sex itself should have been challenging .
But it never was. Somehow, we always fit. It was just meant to be, I guess .
The only hard part had been waiting for her .
I lowered her to the bed, not wasting time. I reached for my jeans, kicking them off swiftly. Then I grabbed her slender ankles and dragged them out to the sides .
Spreading her wide .
“Panties .”
She was breathless as I dove headfirst, licking her through the sheer white lace. She arched off the bed and I swear my dick got at least twenty times harder. It was hard enough to use in hand to hand combat. And win .
It was officially a dangerous weapon .
The sort of thing they wouldn’t let you board an airplane with .
Lucky for me, it had a destination that was a whole lot closer to home .
I tugged her panties to the side, sliding my tongue all over her soaking wet pussy lips. Silky, smooth, and plump. Juicy .
Hmmm… she tasted so sweet. Like sunshine and lavender. Clean and fresh and warm. Just like I remembered, but even better .