Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 22138 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 111(@200wpm)___ 89(@250wpm)___ 74(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22138 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 111(@200wpm)___ 89(@250wpm)___ 74(@300wpm)
The sensation of him growing harder, thicker inside of me has me gasping out. I bounce on him faster. Then he comes in me, filling me up with his seed. I love feeling him come deep inside of me. I can’t help hoping I get pregnant with his baby. I can see that same need in his eyes, as well. We both want this, even if it’s kind of crazy .
I collapse against his chest, our skin sweaty and our breathing loud in the otherwise silent room. He wraps his arms around me and together we roll to our sides, facing each other. The heavy length of his cock is still buried inside of me, and spasms of pleasure continue to move through me. I close my eyes and rest my forehead on his damp chest, loving the sound of his rapidly racing heart .
I can’t believe we just did that. I can’t believe that Carson is really mine .
He kisses me on the forehead again, and I love this gentleness in him. “I’ve never loved anyone the way I love you .”
I smile. “I love you too .”
Chapter 17
Carson
A year later
I look out over my farm with a sense of pride. I’ve always been part of this land, but since having Jenny by my side there’s a peace inside of me I never knew existed. This is where I’m supposed to be. This is the life I’m supposed to live. This land and Jenny—most of all Jenny—are the reason I was put on this earth. The reason I draw air .
We’ve been together a year now and every day that passes I fall more in love with her. The only dark spot in our life is the fact that Jenny hasn’t got pregnant yet. It’s not from lack of trying either. I fuck her every damn chance I get. I don’t let her rest at night .
We’re both hopeful now, though. She’s over a month late right now. We did a home pregnancy test a couple of days ago and it came out positive. The look on her face when she saw the results made my heart swell with love and pride. She wants my child as much I want to give her one .
I’m taking her into town tomorrow to the doctor. We found a female OB with a good reputation. I want her to have the best, but I’m also a fucking bastard who doesn’t want another man looking at what’s mine. Jenny belongs to me. Her body is mine and no one else is looking at her sweet little pussy but me. Hell, I’m a jealous bastard. I don’t even want a female doctor touching her, but I can deal with that more than if it was a man .
I park my tractor in the barn and lock it up for the night. I’m quitting a little early, but then, since Jenny has moved in I do that every night. There’s not a second I don’t want to spend with her. I look at the wedding band on my finger, and the gold shines under the evening sun. I married her the day after I took her virginity. I didn’t want our child born out of wedlock. It might be an old fashioned idea, but then that’s who I am .
“Jenny, I’m home,” I call as I walk through the front door. Right away I know something is wrong. Usually when I come home she’s in the kitchen cooking supper and humming. She’s taken to being a farmer’s wife like I wouldn’t have believed. She loves everything about being a wife and helping me work the land. I was worried I should let her go to have a better life, and every day she proves me wrong. She was made for me. If there are such things as soulmates, then that is definitely me and Jenny. I think even her father would agree…after he beat the hell out of me for touching his daughter .
My heart rate speeds up when Jenny doesn’t answer me. Her new SUV I bought her is still in the driveway, so I know she didn’t leave the house .
“Jenny!” I call out again, as fear begins to take hold. The farm is remote. I made her promise to keep the doors locked and to never let a stranger in, but she goes outside to sit on the porch and work in the yard through the day. What if someone grabbed her ?
What if someone hurt her ?
Different scenarios keep flashing through my mind, feeding my fear and panic. If something were to happen to Jenny, I wouldn’t want to live. I couldn’t—not without her. I need to …
All thought stops when I make it to our master bedroom. I don’t see Jenny, but I hear her .