Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 24167 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 121(@200wpm)___ 97(@250wpm)___ 81(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24167 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 121(@200wpm)___ 97(@250wpm)___ 81(@300wpm)
Going through another brother gave me a little more time because the cabin wasn’t directly connected to me. The extra degree of separation should make it harder for Nova to track us down. I intended to make sure Arya was irrevocably tied to me before that happened.
I’d be putting a ring on her finger as soon as possible, but that didn’t guarantee Nova wouldn’t do anything stupid. Brother or not, I would kill Nova if he tried to take my woman from me. But I knew that would make Arya unhappy, so I wanted to avoid that scenario.
The only thing that was fool proof was putting my baby in Arya. I’d been dreaming of her with a big, round belly since the first moment I’d thought of it. I couldn’t wait to bury my cock in her tight little pussy and fill her with so much come there was no doubt she’d be pregnant.
A frown creased my brow as I thought about the one obstacle to my plan. I’d have to take care of that shit immediately.
“Dax?” Arya’s sweet voice came over the line, drawing me back into our conversation.
“How can I help, baby?” I asked while my mind was turning over options for how to find out what I really wanted to know.
Arya began speaking and I catalogued everything she said, but the only information that really stuck with me was her arrival date and time. I’d help her orchestrate the party, though. It would give us an even better head start.
My girl paused for a moment, and my mouth blurted out my question before my brain thought better of it. “Are you on birth control?” I immediately wanted to bang my head against a wall. Smooth, Dax. Real smooth.
Other than a quick intake of breath, she was silent long enough for me to worry that I’d freaked her out. I knew I should say something to brush it off and put her back at ease.
“Arya,” I growled in warning. “Answer me.” Fucking hell, dude. Are you trying to send her running away from you? I’d obviously lost all control over my mouth.
“Um, no,” she replied softly.
It was what I wanted to hear, but I wasn’t quite relieved yet. “Why not?”
“I never needed it...um, should I be?” She sounded a little disappointed by the idea, and my mouth curled back up into a wide smile.
“No, baby. Stay away from that shit.”
She was quiet again for a few beats then breathed, “Okay.”
I decided if that question hadn’t freaked her out, I might as well learn everything I wanted to know. “Arya?”
“Yeah, Dax?”
Holy shit. Hearing her say my name had all the blood in my body rushing straight to my cock. I shook my head, trying to clear away some of the lustful fog. My voice was a little gruffer than I’d intended when I asked, “Are you a virgin, baby?”
“Would it bother you if I was?”
“Abso-fucking-lutely not, baby. Knowing you’re all mine is hot as hell.”
“Oh.” I was pretty sure I heard a smile in her voice, and I contemplated throwing all my plans out the window and just hopping on my bike to go and snatch her right now. It helped to remind myself that her birthday was still a week out. “Yes,” she whispered in a breathy tone.
I needed to get off the phone before her voice made me come in my pants like a fucking teenager. “Good. Keep that pussy safe for me. I’ll handle everything for the party. See you in a week.”
“But his birthday isn’t until—”
“One. Week. Arya,” I bit out each word through clenched teeth. I knew I wouldn’t be able to control myself any longer than that. It was Tuesday, and Nova would leave for his run on Friday. He’d be back the following Friday, and she’d been planning the party for Saturday. “I need you to be here early.”
“Oh, that makes sense. To help get everything ready. ”
I didn’t need her to help get anything ready, but I wasn’t about to tell Arya that I wanted her here sooner so I could kidnap her. “Just get your sexy ass here, and I’ll do the rest.”
“Okay.”
A noise interrupted my focus on Arya, and I glanced up to see the prez entering and shutting the door to my office. He dropped down onto the ratty old couch set against one of the side walls and watched me speculatively.
“One week,” I repeated. “And Arya”—Mac raised an eyebrow—“don’t think I’ve forgotten your birthday. We’re going to celebrate when you get here.”
“You’re throwing a party for me, too?” she asked, her tone colored with surprise.
“No, baby”—I kept my gaze locked with Mac’s, figuring I might as well make myself clear and find out if he was going to be a problem too—“just you and me.”
“I-I love that idea,” she said hesitantly.