Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 72822 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 364(@200wpm)___ 291(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72822 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 364(@200wpm)___ 291(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
He wasn’t there because he was being forced to be—he assured me of this every single morning—he was there because he wanted to be.
“Come on, it’ll be fun.”
I looked at him, studying his eyes, and raised my brows. “I missed the question.”
“I said, I think we should go on a vacation before you start back to work.” He paused. “Travis, his wife and kids, my mother and father, Baylor and his wife and kids, Reed and Krisney and their kids, and a few of the other guys from work have decided to go camping. I want to go to the RV place tonight to go look at a camper. I was asking if you wanted to go. I convinced you that you should, and you said it’d be fun.”
I rolled my eyes.
“I’ll go if we bring Mary with us,” I tried.
At first, I thought it was because Drake was still at large, but then I saw the way people watched Mary when we’d been at the grocery store last week.
Mary, although an absolutely beautiful child, did have Down Syndrome. She was going to attract a few stares anywhere she went. It was sad, it wasn’t right, but it was also, unfortunately, the truth. However, I think Dante took it as an insult any time someone stared at his precious girl too long.
Unless they were kids, then he didn’t seem to mind.
But, I could tell that he was purposefully keeping her away from any situation where she could potentially be mistreated by someone.
Hence why she never went anywhere with us anymore. If he expected us to go somewhere, he found a babysitter for Mary, usually his mother or one of his brothers.
And that made me sad.
Dante frowned.
“Drake…”
“Dante, we can’t keep living our life like this. You have Rafe on us each and every time we leave the house. Sometimes even one of your brothers are there tailing us wherever we go. We can’t keep going on like this. You’re going to have to allow us some room to breathe. We’ll do whatever you want us to do, but we can’t live our lives this way indefinitely.”
Dante didn’t have anything to say to that, so I didn’t say anything either.
Instead, I walked back into our bedroom—yes, ours—and over to the closet.
After tugging down a T-shirt that would just barely cover my belly, I tossed it on the bed and went back to the bathroom to pick up my leggings from the night before.
I only had a few pairs, and it was getting to the point where I’d need to get some new ones—and soon.
Yet another thing that I didn’t want to ask Dante. I didn’t want him to go to the mall with me but seeing as this was my first pregnancy, I didn’t know enough about what I would need or how maternity clothes were supposed to fit to order them online.
The few things that I’d borrowed from Hannah were all too big, and I wouldn’t be able to wear them until much later in my pregnancy.
Which left me with T-shirts and leggings for the time being.
Shrugging out of Dante’s T-shirt, I tossed it on the foot of the bed and reached forward to grab the clean one.
I had it in my grasp when I felt Dante’s hands on my hips.
Instantly I knew that he’d come to a decision.
“I’ll allow her to come,” he murmured. “But you’ll come with Rafe. I’ll arrive separately. Just in case.”
I grinned and pressed myself back into him, feeling the hardness that always seemed to be present when he was this close to me.
“I love you, Cobie.”
My heart felt like it was full to bursting.
“I just don’t want y’all to get hurt.”
I knew he didn’t. Which was why I’d allowed him to wrap us both—Mary and I—in cotton.
“Can we go to dinner, too?”
He squeezed my hips, and then let one go to run his hand up the length of my exposed back.
Then he pushed down in the center of my back, bending me over the bed, and I went without complaint.
“You’ll have to do a lot of convincing for me to do that.”
I shimmied my hips, and he laughed huskily, causing my pussy to clench with need.
That laugh. That laugh would always get me.
I could be madder than a hornet, and all he would have to do was laugh, making his handsome face break out in a smile, and I’d lose every single bit of attitude. All over a smile.
Why?
Because I was a sucker for the man. All he had to do was share that happiness—the happiness that I’d had a part in bringing out in him—with me, and I was putty in his hands.
The next few moments were a lesson in patience as he stripped off his underwear, followed by mine. Then proceeded to tease me relentlessly with his fingers, followed shortly by his tongue.