Total pages in book: 12
Estimated words: 11097 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 55(@200wpm)___ 44(@250wpm)___ 37(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 11097 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 55(@200wpm)___ 44(@250wpm)___ 37(@300wpm)
I jerk my head to the left, toward the sound of the voice. Sheriff Lochlan. He’s alone and doesn’t appear to be here on official business.
“Don’t tell him anything,” Roland whispers through clenched teeth, his gun digging into my belly.
“Y-yes,” I say.
“Roland Jones, you shouldn’t be here. You know that don’t you?” I pray that the sheriff will put two and two together. I’m the reason he shouldn’t be here.
“I know, Sheriff. I was just catching up with an old… friend.”
“Right. I don’t want to have issue a trespassing ticket. You go ahead and get out of here. Miss Andrews, a word,” he says.
“Why would he want to have a word with you?”
“He’s friends with my brother. His birthday is next week,” I lie easily.
“Tell him no.” Roland steps closer to me. The gun digs further into me.
“Annika, get down now,” the sheriff yells and I drop to my knees, hard. Everything is happening in slow motion. I can feel the skin on my knee rip. Why does it always have to be that knee? From somewhere to my right, another sheriff steps out from behind the van and tackles Roland, the gun goes off at it clatters to the ground. I jerk, feeling numb… then I feel nothing.
When I wake up, I hear beeping, but I am in darkness, at least I think I’m awake. I feel something in my hand and squeeze.
“Annika?” a hoarse voice croaks. My eyes pop open and I realize that I’m in a hospital and the harsh florescent lights make me realize that I was awake, but eyes were shut. What a bizarre thing to think about right now.
“Kellen?” my equally hoarse voice cracks out.
“Baby, you’re awake.”
“What happened?”
“You were shot in the tit,” Kerry says coming closer to the bed.
“Ker?”
“Jesus, Annika. I thought you were never gonna wake up. It’s been days.”
“Days?”
“Yes. Four days.”
“Roland?”
“That fucker is back in jail, where he belongs,” Kellen growls, making me smile. Shit, it hurts to smile.
“Are you okay, sweetie,” Mom asks, coming into view.
“Yeah, Mom. I think so.”
“You scared the shit out of us,” Dad says, taking my other hand.
“You sure did,” Kellen’s mom says from somewhere in the room.
“I’m fine. Just tired.”
“Rest, baby. Everything will be okay.”
“Why are you calling her baby?” Kerry asks.
“Oh, right. We…”
“We’re together. Forever.”
“It’s about fucking time,” Dad says, making everyone laugh.
“I’ll agree with that,” Kellen says, kissing my forehead.
For the six days I was in the hospital, he never left my side except to shower.
Clyde was England for the next two weeks reminding me that I’m supposed to give Kerry her birthday present from him in a few days. I look over at him. He’s sleeping with his head down on the bed. I tried get him to go home to sleep but he refused. He’s holding my hand tightly like he’s never going to let it go.
I don’t want him to let me go.
Epilogue
Kellen
One Year Later
“Fuck,” I groan as slam my cock in and out of my wife. My very pregnant wife. She takes my cock so good.
“Kellen, please. Get there. I need to come,” she moans. Her hands fisting in the sheets as I drive into her over and over. Reaching between us, I rub her clit until she screams my name. With her pussy clenching around me, I fill her with my seed. Despite her being bred already, I can’t help wanting her full of my seed always.
“I love you,” she mewls, stretching after I pull out of her.
“I love you too,” I say as I move to her side and pull her against me.
“Are you ready for the party?”
“No. I don’t wanna go,” she pouts.
“You have to go. Kerry would never forgive you if you missed her baby shower.”
“Fine. I’ll go. Roll me out this bed, please.”
“Stop it, baby. You’re gorgeous.”
“I love that you say that.”
“Would another orgasm help you believe me?”
“Hmm… Yes,” she says, giggling. I move over her and spread her thighs wide before burying my face between them. It doesn’t take long for me to lick and suck her until she comes again.
“You taste delicious, wife.”
“You’re incorrigible,” she says, getting out of bed and walking into the closet. A few minutes later she comes back out in a floor length pink dress and sandles.
“You look beautiful,” I tell her, getting out of bed and pulling her into my arms.
“Your mom will be here soon,” she says, leaning into my kisses.
“I’m here now,” Mom calls from the hallway.
“We’ve got to start locking the doors,” I groan.
“She has a key, baby. I love you. See you soon.”
“I love you too, Legs. Be safe. I’ll pick you up after my round of golf with your dad and Clyde.”
“Sounds perfect.”
Everything about life is perfect these days. I know it won’t always be so, but with her by my side, it will be.