Total pages in book: 98
Estimated words: 95756 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 479(@200wpm)___ 383(@250wpm)___ 319(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 95756 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 479(@200wpm)___ 383(@250wpm)___ 319(@300wpm)
After placing an order, he picked up his phone to text Kent.
Will you stay with Eden this weekend? I want to take Charlotte to the cabin.
He caught up on some of the paperwork that he’d gotten behind on. Spring was a busy season on the ranch. He snorted. When wasn’t?
A text came through.
U owe me.
He grinned.
Thanks.
Eden would object that she was old enough to be left on her own. Hell, she probably wouldn’t even be here most of the weekend. He frowned at that thought. Her behavior was getting out of control. He was going to have a talk with her.
He started making arrangements to get away for the weekend. Then he closed everything down as he saw his baby stir on the monitor. He grabbed the portable video monitor and carried it into the kitchen, quickly making her a snack of carrot sticks, cheese, crackers, and some grapes. He also grabbed a bottle of water and carried them up to her. She would need to rehydrate and while she might not feel like eating, he wanted to get her to have a little something.
He walked into the bedroom and found her trying to sit. She hissed and swore.
“Uh, uh, uh, I know your bottom is hurting but that’s no excuse for that language,” he scolded.
She scowled at him.
“Do you want me to wash your bottom out?”
“Wh-what?” She settled back on her side and stared up at him incredulously. He set her snack down on the bedside table, then handed her the bottle of water. Then he drew the blankets back, ignoring the way she tried to grab them and tsked as he studied her bottom.
“That is a very sore looking bottom.”
“What do you mean, wash it out?”
He grinned down at her. “I think you know exactly what I mean. Now, normally you might think that a potty mouth would get your mouth washed out. But putting soap in your mouth can make you ill so I won’t use that. However, washing out your bottom, I believe, could work just as well if not better.”
“Are you talking about giving me an enema?” she squeaked.
“I knew you’d get it.”
“No. No way. Never happening.” She shook her head frantically.
He sat on the bed facing her. She scooted back, over the pillow behind her. Whether to give him more room or because she was worried he might grab her and commence with the enema, he wasn’t sure. He got rid of the pillows, throwing them to the bottom of the bed.
“Never say never, little darling. But just to be safe, you might want to watch your language, huh?”
“If you hadn’t turned my bottom into a hot poker, I wouldn’t have been swearing.”
“It’s no excuse,” he told her sternly. “And Kent told me you’ve been swearing quite a bit lately. Now drink some water. I want to see most of it gone and at least half of that food eaten by the time I get back.”
He stood.
“Wait. Where are you going?” She reached out to grab his hand.
He grinned at her. “This talk of pokers just reminded me. Some new anal plugs arrived the day before I left and I didn’t even get to play with them.”
She groaned as he walked out the door.
Her butt hurt.
Like really hurt. She couldn’t even really concentrate on watching Beauty and the Beast and it was one of her favorite movies of all time. She lay on her side on the couch, her head resting in Clint’s lap. He’d been amazingly attentive since she’d woken from her nap.
After she’d drunk and eaten enough to satisfy him, he’d had her lie on her side, then curl her legs up into her chest in the fetal position so he could massage some lube into her ass. Then he’d slowly pushed a different plug inside her. This plug had been far bigger than the one she’d taken earlier. And she’d taken great delight in complaining until he’d offered to get that enema ready for her. He’d just been teasing about that though. She hoped.
She shifted around, trying to find a comfier spot. Her bottom throbbed and clenched around the foreign invader inside her. She still wasn’t sure about taking him there.
“Okay, that’s the third time you’ve yawned in the last ten minutes, little one.” Clint turned off the television.
“Hey, the movie wasn’t finished.”
“You’ve seen it a million times, baby,” he said as he slid out from under her. He pulled off the blanket he’d placed over her, she was dressed just in one of his t-shirts, which came down nearly to her knees. He crouched and picked her up in his arms, cradling her against his chest.
“I don’t wanna go to bed.” She wrapped her arms around his neck as he carried her up to the bedroom. “I get lonely there by myself.”