Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 67120 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 336(@200wpm)___ 268(@250wpm)___ 224(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67120 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 336(@200wpm)___ 268(@250wpm)___ 224(@300wpm)
The doctors weren’t even sure that she would ever wake up.
“He lost his medical license, his job, and they’re prosecuting him. The Mastings have really hammered him, and he’s done nothing to defend himself,” Sammy said. “If things keep going like they’re going, I highly doubt that he’ll not see prison time.”
My stomach all but sank.
“No,” I whispered, shoulders drooping. “That’s awful.”
Malachi’s arm came around me as he pulled me into his body.
“He got a good lawyer?” Malachi asked.
Sammy didn’t know, but I had a feeling Malachi was going to find out. And if he didn’t, Malachi would find him one.
My mother’s arms came around me then followed shortly by my father’s.
“We’re proud of you, baby,” my mom said into my ear. “Love you.”
I squeezed them both tight.
“Love you, too.”
Over the last six weeks, I’d also done a lot of growing with my family.
We’d mended fences, grown together even more, and I’d understood where they were both coming from when they’d gotten so upset when I’d told them about the pregnancy.
I wasn’t saying that I was over it completely, but I wasn’t holding any grudges any longer.
There was no room in my life anymore. Not after realizing how short it could be.
“Let me know if you need anything,” Dad said as he stepped back, offered his hand to Malachi, and then slapped him lightly on the back.
“Will do,” Malachi promised. “We’ll catch y’all for dinner later this week?”
Dad nodded his head. “Try not to slip that information to your parents this time.”
Malachi flipped Dad off, causing him to laugh.
The last time we’d had a family dinner, his parents had showed, again.
And Malachi, my father, and Sammy had informed them in no uncertain terms that their presence was not needed or wanted, and if they continued to come around, restraining orders would be had.
We hoped that they’d finally taken the hint.
“I’m going to stay with Oston,” Grans said. “And I’m taking Bobo with me. Y’all have a fun night.”
With that, the last of our family was gone, leaving me with my husband.
Husband.
God, I liked the sound of that.
“You ready to go home, wife?”
Malachi’s words sent shivers down my spine.
Eyes on his, I reached up onto my tiptoes and pressed my lips to his. “Ready, husband.”
• • •
An hour later found us both in the shower.
Malachi, as he’d started to do, went to his own showerhead and I went to mine.
Over the last six weeks, we’d done a lot of this together.
When I was on bed rest, I only had an hour a day, and I’d wanted to spend it with my man.
So we did a lot of the things we would normally do by ourselves together.
Like showering.
But today, I could actually do something about the hard-on that was jutting out in front of him.
I placed my bar of soap down gently on the ledge of the shower and moved into him.
He caught me and buried his nose into my throat, likely drowning himself in the process.
He stayed like that until he couldn’t take it anymore, came up with a gasp, and then spun so that he was pressing me up against the cool tiled walls of the shower.
“Does this mean what I think it means?” he asked as I ground myself into him.
His breath was coming in harsh pants, and he was looking at me with slightly wild eyes.
In answer, I licked his lips.
He took that for the answer it was and lifted me up, flicked off the shower, and stepped out of it all in one smooth motion.
Seconds later I found myself on my back in the bed, his body on top of mine.
“Married. Moved in. Sex. All in one day,” I teased.
His eyes softened as he slowly ground his cock into my pubic bone.
“I’ve been moved in since the day that we fake got together,” he teased. “But you’re right on the last two.”
He had been. I hadn’t actually seen him leave since we’d spoken with Luke all those weeks ago. We’d spent every single night together since. Even if he only rolled into the bed as I was rolling out of it.
His body moved and the head of his cock notched at my entrance, and that was the very last thing that either of us said for a very long time.
He took the time to relearn my body.
He worshiped every single little new detail that he’d missed over the last six weeks.
My belly was bigger.
My boobs were more sensitive.
And, apparently, I could now orgasm at the drop of a hat.
Or the lick of a nipple.
Who knew?
He definitely found some great fun with that one.
And when we were done, both laying on each other, sweaty and exhausted, I realized that this was what I’d always wanted out of life.
A man like Malachi to share it with.
“You know,” I said after my breath returned to somewhat normal. “I saw the stack of letters in the drawer next to your underwear.”