Total pages in book: 135
Estimated words: 135955 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 680(@200wpm)___ 544(@250wpm)___ 453(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 135955 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 680(@200wpm)___ 544(@250wpm)___ 453(@300wpm)
“City Hall is out of the question?”
“Out… of… the… question.”
“Quick trip to Vegas? Roadside chapel with Elvis?”
“I much prefer James Dean, but even that’s out of the question.”
“James Dean?”
“He was hot, and a rebel. What can I say?”
He rolls his eyes, trailing his fingers up my inner thigh, sliding under the elastic hem. I try to remain unaffected until my body betrays me, shuddering at the tender touch.
I want to wipe the self-righteous smile from his gorgeous lips. He knows what he’s doing. My insatiable needs haven’t slowed down, and the tiniest touch sets me on fire.
“You like rebels, Jewls?”
He doesn’t expect an answer. It’s a suggestion, sexual and provocative.
“No one can see at this angle. An inch to the right and my finger can slide right into your pussy.”
“Stop.” The hiss sounds more like a plea.
“We’re getting married, baby.”
This is the kind of proposal I’d expect from Major. Lighting my desire, taunting me until sexual persuasion wins out.
My lust-filled brain is close to short-circuiting and giving in to the temptation to go inside and say fuck this party. In the haze, an image flashes and momentarily brings me back to sanity.
“Shoes.”
His lazy, light circles stop, and he slants his head.
“Shoes,” I repeat, grabbing my phone and going to my favorite file. No one has seen these and knows the significance.
“The most perfect pair of Jimmy Choos ever created.”
I lose his hand when he takes the phone.
“What about them?”
“Since I saw them, I knew they were my bridal shoes.”
“They’re sweet, baby. Get them.”
My libido takes a plunge as my brain threatens to explode. “Sweet? Get them? Do you know what these shoes mean to me?”
“I’m about to find out.”
“Rhapsodized… Major, I’ve rhapsodized over these shoes. They aren’t your traditional bridal wear. They’re edgy, sheik, with a touch of unmatched elegance.”
“Get them.”
“I can’t just get them! When I wear these shoes, it will be a day of memories. Love, laughter, celebration. I can’t comprehend any of that if I can’t see my feet in these perfect shoes.”
Realization dawns on him, and he has the decency to hold back his laughter. “You worried about seeing your feet?”
“Yes! I am growing two Powers children in my stomach. No telling how long until my belly juts out. Your mom said she didn’t show for six months with you, but the twins swelled at fourteen weeks.”
“No more talking to my mom when I’m not around.”
“Do you see my point?”
“You said it yourself. Love, laughter, celebration. That’s what it’s all about. Not a pair of fucking shoes.”
“Don’t trivialize my words. These are the shoes that will walk me to the man of my dreams.”
His expression changes, and he hands me the phone. “Okay, baby. The shoes mean that much, I’ll ease up.”
There’s a sting of disappointment, but it’s smothered by the understanding in his gaze.
“Plus, you really suck at proposals.”
“There’s my favorite threesome!” Talon struts over. “How’s my trio?”
The first time he referred to me as a threesome, I was appalled. Less than a minute later, I burst into cackles. “We’re good today. How are you?”
“Perfect. This body doesn’t get hungover.” He runs his hand over his lean, ripped stomach.
“I should sell tickets to this club to supplement my income. The side hustle would bring in thousands.”
Talon’s mouth splits into a shit-eating grin, and he flexes proudly.
“Don’t encourage him,” Major grumbles.
“Aww, Major, don’t worry about me stealing your girl. Although I am interested in our next OB appointment.”
“Our?”
“Count me in, too.” Ford drops into the lounger next to Major.
“You two want to be added to my appointment schedule?”
The crowd from the cabana filters out, coming within hearing distance.
“We didn’t get the full experience last time. You know with the whole ‘why the emergency appointment’ thing,” Ford explains nonchalantly.
My heart pitches at the admission. They may have been with Major at the gym, but they felt the vibe. That damn burn stings my eyes.
“Now that we know you are incubating two, we figure it’s time to get the full experience.”
The sting vanishes at Talon’s crass statement.
“You two fuckers aren’t going back,” Major snipes.
“I hate to rain on any of your parades, but I’m not making another appointment. We’re done with doctors for a while.”
A quiet hush falls over the group, all eyes boring into me. “What?”
“Baby, you can’t quit seeing the doctor.” Major takes my hand. “I know it was nerve-wracking—“ his words go unheard because he has the wrong idea.
“It has nothing to do with nerves. It’s self-preservation.”
“Can’t wait to hear this. God, I forgot how fun pregnant hussies can be.” Charlie toasts her drink in the air. “Tell me why no more doctors.”
“Because last time I walked in there pregnant with a baby and came out expecting two. Who knows what will happen if I go back?” I circle my hand over my stomach. “This oven can’t fit three.”