Total pages in book: 121
Estimated words: 113639 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 568(@200wpm)___ 455(@250wpm)___ 379(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 113639 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 568(@200wpm)___ 455(@250wpm)___ 379(@300wpm)
Her eyes narrow. “And… I told you not to go near my… you know.” She whispers the last part.
It’s impossible not to laugh. “Your ass! It’s okay, babe. It’s only us—you can use your grown-up words.” She gasps and tries to get off me. I hold her still to see her face grow pink. Eve gets shy about anal play. For a moment, I gently grasp her face with my hands so I can gaze at her. She’s my favorite thing to look at, besides my son. I grin and my thumb moves to her puffy lips as I rub them. “You love it.”
“Jason… I do not.” She huffs and jerks away. This time, I let her go and reach over her for my cigarettes on the nightstand. Our faces are inches apart.
“You do. It’s okay to like it.” Her eyes change and I full-on laugh this time.
“You’re such a jerk.” She pushes me back as she stands and stretches. “I need a quick shower. Do you think James is fine?”
I sit back on the wrought iron bed frame and light up. My eyes travel up and down her, stopping as I admire her full breasts. She drops her hands to her hips.
“Focus.” She snaps one finger in my face. “Our son… we need to get back to him.”
“He’s fine. Why don’t you come back to bed?”
I reach for her, but she squeals and sashays into the bathroom, calling over her shoulder, “We need to get back down to the party. I’ve got a balloon guy coming.” She shuts the bathroom door. The water instantly goes on and I close my eyes and enjoy my cancer stick. I should rinse off too, but I love the smell of Eve and sex on me. I take one more deep drag on the cigarette and put it out. Reluctantly, I get up and pull on my jeans. Since James’s birth, I’ve cut my smoking back to the point that I hardly miss it. So, if I get a chance to sneak one, I do. I push open the bathroom door and there on the counter of the sink is a pregnancy stick.
Eve is humming in the shower and my stomach flips. Shit, do I look? I should wait for her… but it’s right there. The shower turns off and I look over at my wife in all her wet glory and my dick hardens. Crossing my arms, I say, “Something you want to tell me?” I can’t help but smile.
She laughs. “You tell me. It’s obvious you looked.” She rolls her eyes at me. “I took it because I’m late and my boobs hurt. But since I just stopped breast—”
“It’s got two bright pink lines.” I show her.
She purses her lips as she towels herself off and my heart thuds in my chest. To say I’m excited is to put it mildly. I want a bunch of kids with Eve.
“Babe? Talk to me. What’s going on in that beautiful head?”
She sighs and folds the towel, hanging it up. “Are you happy? Do you want another baby so soon?”
I nod. “I’m thrilled, but if you’re not ready…” I lean on the cool dark rock of my shower and look at this wild, beautiful gypsy who has captured my soul.
She walks up and wraps her arms around my neck, her warm, sweet-smelling body pressed into mine, and I groan as I jerk her as tight as I can into my arms. My nose is instantly in her neck as I breathe in her scent and hear the words I need to hear.
“I’m thrilled.”
“Get dressed, Angel, and let’s go tell everyone. My mom is going to be ecstatic.”
Then I give her another kiss because I can’t seem to stop. With reluctance, I let her go. She twirls around and graces me with a smile that makes my chest hurt at how much I love her.
“I’ll only be a second.” She pulls on a black tube dress. We rarely have a babysitter so I’m debating if I should turn her around and fuck her again… as a celebration, you know? I’m reaching for her when a loud knock makes me pull Eve behind me. She’s clutching one Converse to her chest.
“What?” I snap.
“Um, Prez… we got a situation.” Ryder’s voice booms through the wood.
Eve’s hand goes to her throat, the thud of her shoe falling a loud reminder that this is my life. Every day, the stress of something happening to my woman or boy makes me weak. And now Eve’s pregnant again.
“Is it anything with my boy?”
“No.” He chuckles and I sense Eve’s whole body relax. “James Dean is having a blast with Axel… it’s a family matter.”
She sinks down onto our bed and reaches for her shoe. “Jesus Christ, can’t we have one day without a situation?” she snaps as she reaches for her sneaker and slips it on.