Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 23918 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 120(@200wpm)___ 96(@250wpm)___ 80(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23918 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 120(@200wpm)___ 96(@250wpm)___ 80(@300wpm)
“Prince,” Liam growls.
My mom’s eyes go to him. “Princess.”
He leans forward, and I put my hand to his chest. “I hate to be the one to tell you this, honey, but guys determine the sex of a baby. You’re an action movie superstar, and the more testosterone a guy has, the more likely he is to produce a girl. So you are just going to have to come to terms with that..”
“Tell me she’s lying.”
“Liam—”
“Tell me she’s lying.”
“She’s not lying.”
“Oh, God.” He falls to his back, covering his face. “I can’t have a daughter. I cannot have a girl. Do you know how much karma I have coming back at me?” he asks, and my mom looks from him to me, rolling her eyes, and then grabs my hand.
“We’re going wedding shopping. Get dressed and I’ll meet you downstairs in the kitchen.” With that, she leans in kissing my cheek and looks at Liam again, who is still talking to himself, before she exits the room, leaving me alone with him.
“Liam, I don’t know if I want to go out shopping.” She looks at me once her mother closes the door.
The sheet that was covering her falls, showing me her tits, which to me look fuller, her nipples a little darker. I walk over to her and bend, running my tongue over her bottom lip before sliding the wetness off with my thumb and dragging it across her nipple.
“No more, Liam. I need a break.”
“Baby, I need you. My cock needs you. Just looking at you, your tits hanging so full. Nipples so tight. I can’t hold back.” And I don’t. I lean in, sucking a nipple deep inside my mouth. Her head rolls back, her legs spread apart, giving me full access to her pussy. Her lips are swollen pink. My cum leaks out a little, and mixing with her wetness, I know I can slide right in, but she’s sore. I’m going to have to pace myself. Fuck, if I could live in her pussy, I would. “You hurting, baby? Want me to run a bath, wash you, clean that pussy?” I run my finger through her folds, circling her clit that is begging to be played with.
“Hmmm” is all she says, and right before I can finger-fuck her, there is a knock on the door.
“Go away!” I yell, going back to sucking her tit.
“I’m coming in, so cover up the big boy, Hulk,” Skylar calls, and in that moment, she’s fucking fired.
“You’re fired!” I yell while I cover up Emma, who is trying to cover me up. No one sees what’s mine.
The door opens, and Skylar saunters in, a notepad in her hand, her cell phone in the other. “Good Morning, Emma. I hope you are feeling better this morning. We didn’t get introduced to each other yesterday, but I’m Skylar. I’m the reason Jerk Face doesn’t have any white hair yet.” She looks at me and whispers, “You’re welcome.”
“Ummm… hi,” Emma says while she holds the sheet tight to her chest.
“The wedding planner is due here in an hour. She will meet us in the media room. She will have mockups of the backyard done, as well as flower arrangements for you to pick. The caterer will be here at 4:00 p.m., and they will be making you a whole shitload of food. Is there anything you are allergic to?” Skylar asks, pen in hand, ready to take notes.
Emma just shakes her head. I make my way to the other side of the bed and sit next to her. If she was dressed, I’d sit her on my lap, but I just drag her over to me, snaking my hand around her stomach and protecting our son.
“We are making the game room into a wedding boutique. Kayla, who owns the best wedding boutique in Beverly Hills, will be sending over like 3,500 dresses, and they will be set up after noon. I think four hours will do, but worst-case, she leaves them here and comes back tomorrow.” She switches the page over, scribbling more notes.
“Since we are planning the wedding in four days, the dress is the main priority. Hulk over there already has a million tuxes in his closet he can wear.”
“I want him to wear a new one. I don’t want it to be one he wore with another woman on his arm.” Emma looks at me. “You are not marrying me without a new tux. That is my only request.”
“Done. Skylar, call Giorgio and tell him I need a new one. Baby, what color did you want?” I ask Emma.
“Ummm… black? I don’t know, Liam. You can choose the color.” She looks at Skylar. “He can choose the color. When you say game room, is that what the store is called?”
Skylar burst out laughing. “No, honey, I mean here, in his game room. Liam, did you even show her around the house before you locked her in this room and had your way with her?” Skylar shakes her head. “Such a Neanderthal. Emma, we will not be leaving the house at all. Well, till Sunday, when you take off for your honeymoon.”