Total pages in book: 144
Estimated words: 135382 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 677(@200wpm)___ 542(@250wpm)___ 451(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 135382 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 677(@200wpm)___ 542(@250wpm)___ 451(@300wpm)
And what the hell. As long as they were both single, why couldn’t they be co-parents with benefits?
Yes, that made sense. Her brain was pleasantly fuzzy as he eased his fingers out of her and kissed her shoulder.
“Now it’s my turn,” he promised.
He picked her up and Stephanie knew his turn was going to be good for her, too.
* * * *
“Now, it’s my turn,” he managed. What he really wanted to say was something about how now she’d done it. She’d given herself to him and he wasn’t about to give her back. She was his and he would prove it to her over and over again. By the time he was done with her she wouldn’t have the energy to fight him.
Brody picked her up, loving the feel of her in his arms. He knew he was a big bastard and could lift about anything he needed to, but there was something about being able to pick up Stephanie and haul her up high that made him feel like a true blue man.
Unfortunately, he also knew he’d fucked up royally and that she thought this was a one-time thing. There wasn’t even the hope in his heart that she was surrendering to him for good. But perhaps if he showed her exactly what he could do for her, she would change her mind and forgive him.
He opened the door as quietly as he could. It had been a miracle that her screams hadn’t woken Nate, but there he was. His son was asleep in his borrowed crib, one tiny fist up by his face as though even in sleep he was ready for a fight.
His dad was, too. He was ready for the most important fight of his life.
Steph looked up at him and he could see that she was coming out of the sweet fog of the orgasm he’d given her. He would never forget that moment when her whole body had tightened and she’d clamped down on his fingers.
That was going to be his dick soon, and he couldn’t wait.
He eased her down on the bed, leaning over to brush his mouth against hers. “Keep quiet. I turned on the white noise app on my phone, but I think his mother crying out would still wake the lad up, and I’m not done with you yet.”
She looked up at him, uncertainty clear on her face. “Maybe we should…”
“What?” He whispered the words against her jawline as he started to kiss his way down her body. “Go find another room to do this in? I think the bodyguards would be surprised, to say the least. We could always have one of them come in here with Nate, but I swear Tucker would show up and ask a million questions. He’s like a horny teenager except he’s never had anyone give him the full birds-and-bees talk. I think it’s best we keep this private.”
He heard her take a breath, knew she was going to argue with him now that the first rush of pleasure had come and gone. Now she would go back to all the rational reasons they didn’t work—namely he’d been a blind arsehole and he’d hurt her terribly. He wasn’t good at talking. It was one of the dumb reasons he’d had for staying away from her in the first place, but now he could see talking wasn’t at all what she needed.
“Brod…”
He licked her nipple, curling his tongue around the bud. Whatever she’d been about to say seemed to die on her lips. “You’ve got the most beautiful breasts. I can’t get enough of them.”
“Brody, we should talk.” The words came out breathy.
Even as she said them he was moving to the other breast. “You can talk but quietly. Don’t wake the baby, luv. As for me, I’d rather not talk unless I’m talking about how gorgeous you are and how much I missed you.”
“You can’t have missed me too much,” she whispered back. “Since you knew exactly where I was and how to get in touch with me.”
That had been a miscalculation on his part. No more talking about the past. He’d fucked up in the past. He needed her focused on the now. The future would work out. He would make sure of it. Now that he was here with her and the baby, he knew one thing. He wasn’t leaving them again. Not for anything.
He got up on his knees. He had a few weapons in his arsenal. He wasn’t sure why, but Steph liked the way he looked. He thought he was a grim-looking bloke, but her eyes always lit up when he took off his shirt. Distraction. That was what he needed to give her.
He pulled his T-shirt over his head.
“That’s not fair,” she whispered, her eyes steady on his chest.