Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 26712 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 134(@200wpm)___ 107(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26712 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 134(@200wpm)___ 107(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
Cocking my head to the side, I winked playfully. “I guess you owe me.”
She giggled and shrugged. “I suppose.”
“You do.” I stated. “And you can pay your debt by marrying me.”
Dakota’s expression turned soft and dreamy. “I’d love to marry you, Ames.” Then she pursed her lips and narrowed her eyes. “But not until we come home from England.”
I pretended to consider her demand. “The week we come home then. That gives you a month and a half to plan it.”
She looked as though she might argue, then sighed and nodded.
“Deal?” I asked as I stuck my hand out.
“Deal,” she repeated, giving me a firm handshake. When she went to take it back, I tightened my grip and pulled her close, kissing her deeply before murmuring, “I love you, baby.”
“I love you, too, Ames.”
“Now…about that shotgun wedding…”
EPILOGUE
AMES
“Ames,” Dakota panted as she bounced on my dick. “You have to tell me when…oh, yes! Yes!”
“No,” I grunted as I grabbed her hips and sped up, fucking her harder and deeper. “I am not fucking pulling out.” She’d brought it up a few times since we’d arrived in London, and I’d shot it down every damn time. “Unless it’s in your mouth, I come inside you.”
It wasn’t that she didn’t want to have my baby. We both wanted a big family and didn’t want to wait to start. No, her hang-up was fear that people would think I married her just because she was pregnant. But I didn’t give a fuck what other people thought. And if anyone did have the balls to say it, I’d hold a press conference and announce that I knocked her up to force her to marry me.
If I was completely honest with myself…not that I would tell Dakota this, the thought of breeding her had made me come even harder, filling her with more and more of my baby batter.
Once again, the picture of Dakota wearing nothing but my ring and my hands caressing her swollen belly sent my libido into overdrive.
“Fuck, yes, baby,” I grunted. “I want to live in your tight little pussy. That’s it, milk my cock. Fuck! Oh, fuck!”
Dakota’s inner muscles clenched, and she tipped backward, resting on my bent knees and curled her arms under my thighs. “Yes! Yes! Ames!”
I palmed her tits for a second, then pinched her stiff peaks as I punched my hips up, impaling her to the hilt every time. “Come, Dakota,” I ordered gruffly. I wasn’t going to last much longer.
Her cries of ecstasy escalated until she reached her peak and shattered with a deafening scream.
She was clenching my dick so hard that I had to fight to withdraw and slam back in. “Damn, baby,” I rasped. “I could fuck this pussy for hours. You’re gripping the shit out of my cock. It feels so fucking–Oh, fuck. Fuck! Fuck! Fuck, yes!”
The tingling building at the base of my spine shot straight to my balls, drawing them up as I planted myself as deep as possible one last time. I curled my hands around her hips and held her still, plastered against me so that nothing would slip out as I exploded inside her.
“My dad is going to kill you, Ames,” Dakota groaned as she flopped back into my lap. She was exhausted from throwing up and dry heaving several more times.
A few minutes ago, she’d dashed out of the kitchen when she took a bite of the bacon I’d made with breakfast. I hastily followed and managed to kneel behind her and hold up her hair in time for her to lose what little she’d already eaten.
“Why?” I asked curiously as I reached for a hand towel and wiped the sweat off her brow.
“If I’m pregnant, then you knocked up his little girl out of wedlock.”
I laughed at her adorable use of the antiquated term. “Your mom wants lots of grandchildren, baby. She won’t let him kill me.”
Dakota grunted, and I swallowed another chuckle as I pushed to my feet with her cradled in my arms. I carried her to the master bathroom and set her on the counter, then put toothpaste on her brush and handed it to her. After brushing and rinsing, her color returned, and she looked like she hadn’t been sick at all.
Still, I scooped her up and took her out to the couch in the living room, then gently set her down. “I’ll get you some toast. If you keep that down, then I’ll reheat your eggs and potatoes.”
“I can come—”
“Sit your pretty little ass right there, and let me take care of you,” I demanded.
She glared at me but relaxed back into the cushions. “Fine.”
I was buttering her toast when the doorbell rang. Before I could even tell Dakota to stay put, she was at the front door. A man handed her a small plastic bag, then tipped his hat and walked off.