Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 74324 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 372(@200wpm)___ 297(@250wpm)___ 248(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74324 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 372(@200wpm)___ 297(@250wpm)___ 248(@300wpm)
I wanted to move in with Mig, I really did.
In fact, it was at the top of my ‘things I want to do the most’ list.
We only got to see each other now for little snippets of time.
If I were living with him, I’d see him in those in between times, as well.
And I wanted that.
But what I didn’t want was to watch Mig wait hand and foot on Jennifer because she was on bed rest.
Mig grabbed my phone, tossing it onto the dresser, and drawing my attention.
I blinked when I looked up to find my face only inches from Mig’s.
“What?” I asked somewhat nervously.
“You’re not my fuck buddy,” he growled. “In fact, you couldn’t be further from my fuck buddy.”
Hurt flashed across my face, and he saw it before I could hide it.
“Okay,” I whispered.
“That’s not what I meant, so get those stupid thoughts out of your head,” he ordered roughly. “What I meant was that you’re my woman. Not my fuck buddy. So, of course, your opinion matters to me. If you really don’t want to live with her, then I’ll deal with it. I’ll go hire a caretaker even if I have to take out a loan to do it.”
I’d offer him the money if I had it, but I was fairly positive he wouldn’t take money from me.
In fact, I doubt he’d take it from any of his friends, so I didn’t feel slighted.
“I’m your woman?” I asked hesitantly.
He laughed.
In my face.
Like a rude ass.
“You’ve been my woman since you moved in next door. I may have been married…as well as you, but my heart was yours from the moment you dropped your end of the couch. I know you don’t want this. I know it. But I am only trying to find the best solution to this mess.” He hesitated, “I was going to ask you to move in with me…or the other way around, since I currently live on a houseboat the size of a postage stamp. This isn’t ideal, I know, but it’s real. Our real.”
I closed my eyes.
“Can y’all move here?” I asked. “I have a spare bedroom, and I think with all my things here I’ll feel more comfortable.”
He nodded, cupping my face.
“Yeah, we can do that,” he agreed.
“And don’t expect me to wait on her hand and foot. If she needs something, you’re getting it, got it?” I growled.
He smiled and leaned forward.
“Got it.”
He leaned forward more.
“And she better not be mean to my dog,” I snapped. “That’s Katy’s room. Katy gets to stay if she wants to stay.”
His lips were a hairsbreadth away now, and I was breathing faster in anticipation.
“Would never dream of it.”
“And you need to talk to her about her mouth. If she starts talking trash about you or me, or you and me, I’ll let her have the edge of my tongue,” I hissed.
He’d told me everything that had happened today at the hospital. Starting with her explanation as to why she’d raped Mig, and ending with the discussion the doctor had had with her about needing bed rest. So while this may not be an ideal situation, I know Mig wants this baby healthy, and I’ll do what I have to in order to see this through.
“I guess I should be happy it’s only for two more weeks rather than two more months,” I muttered.
His mouth crashed down on mine, and I found myself, back to the bed, beneath Mig’s large, sexy, hard body.
He settled his slim hips in between my now splayed thighs and deepened the kiss.
My heart rate, already racing in my anger, started pounding.
Thud. Thud. Thud. Thud.
I gasped into his mouth, fighting for breath.
Slickness started to coat my sex in preparation for him, and my legs involuntarily rounded his hips to bring him even closer.
His hard cock ground into my mound.
He was so hard that it hurt.
It was a good hurt, but a hurt nonetheless.
I liked it.
In fact, I liked it so much that I barely registered the yelling at first.
Only when Mig stopped did I realize that what I’d been hearing didn’t belong to the TV in the background, but to the woman on the other side of the clubhouse.
Mig had brought Jennifer here because it was neutral territory for both her and I, and I’d showed up later and nearly had a meltdown at what I saw.
Mig had been across the room from Jennifer. She was laying on the couch like a queen waiting to be pampered.
When I’d arrived, he’d immediately gotten up and dragged me to the bedroom, where we now stood.
“I need to go to the bathroom!” Jennifer screeched.
Mig’s eyes narrowed, both of us panting as we tried to decide what to do next.
Mig’s cock was harder now as he looked down into my eyes, but Jennifer’s voice was getting louder.