Total pages in book: 32
Estimated words: 29807 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 149(@200wpm)___ 119(@250wpm)___ 99(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 29807 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 149(@200wpm)___ 119(@250wpm)___ 99(@300wpm)
One of the two men out by the pool gives me a thumbs-up, letting me know it’s ready to go. I am going to sneak out and enjoy a few minutes of the sun before chaos gets back here. It would be beautiful chaos but chaos nonetheless. I love them all but a little mommy time sounds good right about now.
I grab my towel, ditching my robe as I go. I already have my bikini on. I swear I am almost as bad as the kids with my excitement. I didn't sleep in my swimsuit like they did, but that was because Jonas has me naked soon after he slips into bed next to me each night. I know better than to wear too many clothes to bed. Jonas has a habit of ripping things when he’s trying to get at me.
I hurry out of the patio door, putting my things on one of the chaise lounges. I adjust my bathing suit that I absolutely love before I head for the steps. I dip my toe into the water, almost screaming because it’s still a little chilly. I decide to just bite the bullet and immerse myself into the water. As soon as my small bump gets halfway in, I feel a kick from my little girl. I smile down at my stomach.
“You better stop. Your daddy will be mad he missed that kick,” I whisper down at my belly. I’ve started showing sooner with each baby we have. I told Jonas this was going to be our last. The twins kept our hands full but now that they are off and running, I had begun to get the itch again. I made Jonas promise me that this time it would be a girl. I don’t know how he did it but he pulled through. I am having my little girl. Finally, I will have someone to face all these boys with.
“How's the water?” I look up at one of the pool guys. I think he said his name was Cyrus.
“Still a little cold.”
He bends down, putting his hand in.
“I think you’re just getting used to it. The temperature feels right.” He’s probably right. The first swim is always a little cold. The excitement makes you forget. “Lie in the sun for a bit. Get nice and hot.” He smirks at me. “Hotter and that should do the trick.”
“Good idea.” I begin to make my way out of the water.
“Did you just call my wife hot?” I stop on the stairs to turn and look at Jonas, who is standing behind the man I was talking to. Cyrus looks over his shoulder before he turns around, standing up a little straighter as Jonas approaches him.
“I think we got the pool ready to go for you sir.” Cyrus ignores my husband's question. I make my way up the rest of the stairs and out of the pool.
“I think you should get the fuck off my property.”
“Jonas.” I half hiss his name. It won’t do any good. He’s already worked up and nothing I say is going to calm him down.
“Don’t even look her way,” Jonas barks when Cyrus starts to turn toward me. He stops immediately, turning his attention back to Jonas. “I won’t repeat myself.” The man all but runs off of our property. I have to fight a laugh because Jonas is ridiculous and I don’t want to encourage his behavior.
“Is that suit new?” Jonas asks as his eyes roam all over me. He’s on me before I can answer, his fingertips running along the strap of my bikini top. His touch causes my body to heat up immediately. I lick my lips, suddenly not wanting to swim at all.
“Do you like it?” I do a little spin for him showing him the entire thing and watch as his eyes heat.
“I more than like it. I need a little taste.” He leans down, taking my mouth in a possessive kiss. One I know has a little more edge to it because he thinks the pool guy was hitting on me. He’s being totally ridiculous, but I like it. “I can’t leave for more than a few minutes and someone is hitting on you.”
I roll my eyes. “He was not hitting on me. I’m pregnant with stretch marks.” I point to my belly. I don’t care about the marks. I was proud of them and was more than willing to rock a bikini. It helps that my husband can’t keep his hands off me. He makes me feel like the sexiest thing in the world.
“Trust me. He was hitting on you but you keep on believing he wasn't.” He shakes his head at me. His hand goes to my stomach. He can never get enough of me being pregnant. I don’t mind. He can touch me all he wants. He missed out on Jax. I would never take this experience from him.