Total pages in book: 108
Estimated words: 105301 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 527(@200wpm)___ 421(@250wpm)___ 351(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 105301 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 527(@200wpm)___ 421(@250wpm)___ 351(@300wpm)
“Now shut up while I fuck you,” he orders and picks up his speed. I push backwards to meet him and every time I do, the deep burning spreads through my limbs and navel until it dances along my spine and pulses through my veins. “You need to get there.”
“I’m there.”
“Now,” he begs. I imagine him gritting his teeth in a strain to gain some semblance of control.
As if my body is rigged to his command, I shudder and my womb ripples with pleasure. My chest tightens and I find it hard to breathe.
“Ugh…” Nathan grunts, hammering his hips into mine so hard there will probably be bruising but I don’t care. It’s intense. “Christ, I love you. I love this. I love doing this.”
“Me too,” I grin, flopping into the pillow as my orgasm dissipates, leaving me breathless and sated. He stands almost immediately, leaving his boxers on the ground. “Shower?”
“It’s the oil; I’m sorry. It’s everywhere.”
“It’s a good thing I love you.” I drag myself to my feet, yawning unattractively, and follow him into the darkened hall and up the narrow, steep staircase which creaks on the fourth and tenth steps.
Chapter Two
I balance Dillan on my hip as we both watch Nathan attempting to feed Emily. She’s too fussy. It’s not that she doesn’t like food; it’s just that she likes to feed herself. I don’t think Nathan is quite ready to accept the fact that she’s now at the age where we’re supposed to teach her to use a spoon.
“Open,” he coos in a happy, baby talk voice. “Open wide. Ahhh.”
I hear the spoon clatter onto the highchair and wince.
“You’re naughty,” he laughs, still using his happy voice. He turns to me, his smile gone. “She’s impossible.”
I nod my agreement. “She’s your daughter.”
“Hair,” Dillan says softly and nuzzles his face into my locks.
“I love it when he does that.” He’s so warm and soft and he looks exactly like Caleb. As he grows, looking at him is hard and, even though I have Nathan, I still struggle with the fact that Caleb is missing out on so much life. He’s missing out on his son and his son is missing out on him. Though Nathan is an excellent father, Caleb will never have that level of happiness in his life.
“He’s obsessed,” Nathan points out. “He loves hair.”
“Yep,” I agree. “Our kids are weird.”
He stands, giving up and handing the bowl and spoon to Emily, who makes a mess within the first five seconds. Her light, wispy hair is already covered in the orange gloop we’ve chosen for her lunch. “Are you looking forward to your second day?”
I crinkle my nose as a way to show him that I’m honestly dreading it. “I don’t think I’m cut out for kitchen life.”
“All jobs are hard in the beginning.” He leans in to kiss my lips and Dillan protests by slapping his cheek with a chubby hand. “You’re just training. This time next year you’ll be better than Kerim. You’ll see.”
I find that so hard to believe but I appreciate the support all the same. “Your faith in me is astounding.”
“Well, we still have three hours before you have to go.” He takes Dillan from my arms and places him on the ground. Emily remains strapped in her highchair to the left of me, happily squishing the lumpy orange bits in her bowl with her hands. “What do you want to do?”
“Well, there are lots of things I’d love to do, or, more importantly,” I step into him, wrap my arms around him and tuck my fingers into the back pockets of his jeans, “someone I’d love to do…”
“You are insatiable,” he whispers and my eyes drift closed in anticipation of his kiss that I know will come. He sucks my lower lip into his mouth. “I wish I could bend you over this counter…”
Smiling, I pull back and raise a pointed brow. “You’re really into that at the moment, aren’t you?”
“It has its perks.”
“You just like pulling my hair.” My mouth falls open. “You don’t think Dillan has seen…”
“No!” Nathan practically yells, looking horrified. “Of course he hasn’t seen us!”
“I was kidding,” I soothe, realising my error. To say that Nathan still has issues with regard to his horrifying upbringing would be an understatement. We’re working on it. “I’m sorry; that wasn’t a good joke.”
He pulls away and I know that the moment has gone. He just needs time.
“Come on, sweetie,” I say softly to Emily and unclip her confines. “Let’s clean you up.”
Nathan pretends to be searching for something in the fridge but I can tell he just needs some time alone.
“I love you,” I call over my shoulder as I move into the hall. Dillan follows, clutching his toy train tight to his chest.
“I wuv oooh,” Dillan copies and I smile down at him.