Total pages in book: 23
Estimated words: 20958 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 105(@200wpm)___ 84(@250wpm)___ 70(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 20958 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 105(@200wpm)___ 84(@250wpm)___ 70(@300wpm)
“Kade.” Yep, I’ve got her right where I want her. I lose her hand from my length. Her leg comes off the peg, hooking around my waist as I lift my hand to help her slide in front of me.
“Got something I wanna say and want to do it with your eyes on mine and me planted deep inside.” Her hands wrap around my neck as I help situate her on my lap.
“I want to say something to you, too,” she replies, and I feel more than see the lack of clothing she’s wearing today.
“Seems you forgot to put something on this morning, huh?” Her slick cunt coats the underside of my dick.
“Oh, I didn’t forget.” I drop the kickstand down but still keep my feet planted on the ground to stabilize the bike. Drena’s hands come between us, pulling my cock out of my pants.
“Someone had an idea planned all along.” My hands grip her hips, lifting her up a few inches.
“I did. This is what happens when you wake up and head to the store first thing in the morning.” She knew I was heading to Whitecaps this morning. I’d never leave the house without letting her know.
“Next time, I’ll wake you up, fuck you, then go to work. That better?” Her eyes close when the head of my cock settles inside her pussy. She’s already a quivering wreck.
“Kade.” The soft purr of her voice tells me she’s ready for more.
“I love you, Drena. Gonna keep you as mine forever, put a ring on your finger, plant my baby in your belly, and wake up with you every morning.” I slam her down until I’m completely planted inside of her. The rippling of her cunt about tips me over the edge, but I’ll be damned if I come before her.
“I love you, Kade Callahan, so damn much. Please fuck me now.” Her eyes are locked on mine.
“Goddamn luckiest fuckin’ man alive.” My mouth lands on hers. She opens on a sigh, and my tongue snakes in. I keep up the pace, my hips lifting as she slams down. I kiss her, showing her exactly what she means to me, what she’ll always mean to me. Now and forever.
Epilogue
Drena
Three Months Later
“You ready?” Kade asks me in the living room. Every morning, we wake up with one another. Either with me waking him up or him waking me up. A mutual satisfaction of sorts. We still can’t seem to keep our hands off one another. I think the small bump I’m sporting could tell the outside world all they need to know, as well as the ring on my finger.
“Yep, just need to get my board.” The Florida sun is harsh as it is, but now that I’m pregnant, my skin is like a beacon to receive a burn. Therefore, a rash guard has become a necessity.
“My girl is not carrying her board.” I take my last sip of orange juice and roll my eyes at his caveman behavior.
“You do realize I carry all the groceries inside the house in one trip. It probably weighs the same. I’m not a weakling just because I’m pregnant, Kade Callahan.” My hands go to my hips, ready to have this out. He’s already put a stop to me riding on the back of his Harley. Now I can’t carry my board, a board he made for me. Sure, it’s a longboard, but it’s not all that heavy either.
“Not when I’m home, you don’t. You wanna surf, I’m carrying your board. No man worth his salt would watch his wife, the mother of his unborn child, do that shit.” Kade walks toward me, his arms out, and I already know where his hands are going to land. He likes to hold my stomach no matter where we’re at. A part of me thinks he doesn’t realize what he’s doing half the time. Another part knows it’s a protective thing, too. Especially out in public. Here at home, it’s because he likes to touch me, and that’s okay because I love his touch.
“I hear you. Pretty sure the whole town knows what you think, too.” We went to Wake Café the other day, and I picked up a piece of pottery. I’m not saying it wasn’t heavy; it was, but I also knew my limit. The heavy pot was too much for me to lift to see if it had drain holes for the plant. Kade saw what I was after and grumbled about me doing it all on my own. Of course, other people heard, but he didn’t care. Needless to say, we bought the pot, grabbed our coffee and breakfast, then we went to the farmer’s market, and I’m pretty sure Kade will never want to go again. I would have thought his rule of me not carrying anything when he’s not around would be resolved. They had a lot of plants, fresh fruit and vegetables, loaves of homemade bread, and then I picked up a wind spinner for my mom. Kade carried everything. Not a single word was said, but I did notice that when I mentioned going back next weekend, he stayed quiet.