Total pages in book: 31
Estimated words: 28745 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 144(@200wpm)___ 115(@250wpm)___ 96(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 28745 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 144(@200wpm)___ 115(@250wpm)___ 96(@300wpm)
Samantha beamed at me and snuggled close when I scooped her into my arms. It wasn’t easy, but I managed to wash her and soak for a little while without pulling her onto my dick and teaching her how to ride me. I didn’t want her to be any sorer than she already was.
When we finished our bath and I’d dried us both, I picked her up again and took her back to bed. Then I ate her to another orgasm before jacking off with just the tip of my cock inside her. At that point, she practically passed out, and satisfied that I’d done my best to knock her up, I cuddled up next to her and fell asleep.
“Noah.”
Samantha’s voice woke me up immediately, and I raised onto one elbow to gaze down at her. “Are you okay, baby doll? Sore? Do you need anything?”
Her cheeks flushed, and she looked at me as if I’d hung the moon. “I’m fine. I just…well, you told me you loved me, but you didn’t ask if I loved you, too.”
I laughed and shifted our bodies until she was cocooned against me, spoon style. “I didn’t need to, Samantha. I already knew you loved me.” I grinned. “I wouldn’t mind hearing the words, though,” I hinted.
Her head tilted back to look up at me, and she had a cute little frown on her face. “What makes you so certain, Dr. Whitney?”
“I can read you like a book, baby doll.”
“Oh really? What am I thinking right now?”
I pretended to think for a second, then I cupped her pussy with my hand. Her nipple was diamond hard, and her sex dripped all over my fingers. “You want me to make you come,” I crooned in a dark, seductive tone.
Her eyes dropped, and twin spots of crimson appeared on her cheeks.
“And that you love me and are dying to tell me, or you’ll just burst inside.”
Samantha giggled. “That’s a bit dramatic, but you aren’t completely wrong.”
“I’ll make you a deal.” I winked at her and smirked. “You tell me you love me, and I’ll make you come so hard you see stars.”
“I love you!” she blurted.
Grinning, I bent my head and gave her a soft kiss before whispering, “I love you too, baby doll.”
Then I kept my promise.
Later, when my parents brought Gracelynn home, I watched my fiancée with our daughter and couldn’t help marveling at how seamlessly we became a family.
It also helped that Justice could clearly see it when we finally told him about us a few days later. Having Blair on our side was probably what saved my life, though.
I only gave Samantha a week to plan our wedding but promised we could have a big celebration after she had the baby. She’d argued that we didn’t even know if she was pregnant, but…I did. And I was right. Gracelynn’s little brother, Justice—who we called Jude—was born nine months later.
Epilogue
Samantha
I loved when my sisters came over to play with their niece and nephews. Having three children under the age of five was no joke, even though I had lots of help—including the best husband in the world—and loved being a mommy more than anything. But being pregnant with twins this time around meant I was more tired than usual, so I’d been all for Bianca practically living at our place lately.
Unfortunately, it also meant that I’d been slow to notice how off my little sister seemed. But there was no missing it today. When she showed up at my door an hour ago, I noticed her red-rimmed eyes. Waving off my concern, she’d mumbled something about not getting enough sleep last night.
Sitting cross-legged on the floor while the kids played around her, Gracelynn came over and dropped down in front of her aunt. Patting her leg, she said. “Knock, knock.”
“Who’s there?” Bianca asked.
“Cows go,” my daughter echoed the joke her daddy had told her last night.
“Cows go who?”
Gracelynn shook her head with a giggle. “Nuh-uh. Cows go moooooooo!”
“Good one, kiddo.”
I was stunned that my sister barely cracked a smile at Gracelynn’s adorable attempt at a knock-knock joke. Something more had to be going on.
Clapping my hands together, I announced, “Movie time!”
Gracelynn and Jude cheered, and Dakota bounced up and down in his best attempt to mimic his older siblings. Bianca grabbed two bean bag chairs from the playroom while I got the bouncy chair for Dakota. Once they were all settled in and the movie was playing, I tugged my sister over to the couch and hissed, “What in the world is wrong with you?”
“I’m…uh…feeling a little off. Sorry.”
Now that I thought about it, Bianca had been acting weird since she returned from the trip that she’d taken with friends to celebrate their high school graduation. “Nice try, but three months is way too long to just be feeling a little off. Did something happen while you were at the beach?”