Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 74844 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 374(@200wpm)___ 299(@250wpm)___ 249(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74844 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 374(@200wpm)___ 299(@250wpm)___ 249(@300wpm)
“Ah, but you are,” Santiago teases. “Don’t worry. I’d make him wait too. He’s a spoiled shit.”
I glare as Elliot giggles.
Hugo says, “Fine, just choose me. I’ll be your favorite, and my wife chose Gordo at our wedding.”
I bark out a laugh. “All your wives chose me. I’m the best-looking, smartest, and most successful of us all. And if she’s choosing anyone to dance with, it’s me. Now, move.”
My brothers don’t like that as I lift Elliot out of my lap and thread our fingers together. They complain, calling her to them, but my girl only has eyes for me. Eyes that are dancing with excitement and, dare I say it, love?
I think so.
A fuzzy feeling burns in my chest when “Hasta el Amanecer” by Nicky Jam starts. A slow grin moves across my lips as I bring her in, our bodies pressed tightly together as I grip her left ass cheek, swaying our hips to the music. Her eyes are bright, laughter escaping her lips as I grind against her sweet, wanton body, and when I set her with a hooded gaze, a blush spreads across her cheeks.
Fuck, she’s beautiful.
I sing to her as we dance to the music, bringing my other hand up to hold her nape as she gazes up at me, her lips parted and heat in her eyes. Unlike some women who wouldn’t know what to do with their hands, Elliot slings hers around my neck, moving with me as if she has been dancing like this since she was born. I take my hand off her ass, reaching for her hand before I spin her out then pull her back in so that her ass is against me as we sway to the beat. I nip the shell of her ear before whispering, “We will have to dance once you have our boy, so nothing is between us when I grind against you.”
Her lips curve as she cups my jaw. “That’s the first time you’ve mentioned something for after our son comes.”
“Didn’t want to spook ya,” I say, nipping on her lobe. “But know, I think of the time after he comes a lot.” I spin her out once more then bring her right back where I want her. That sweet ass traps my swollen cock between her cheeks. I groan against her ear, and when her tongue peeks out to lick those lips, I’m ten seconds from dragging her into the house. “I think of how I’ll spoil you rotten for giving me the best gift in the world. How we’ll take turns waking up with him and changing diapers. How I’ll want to make sure to help the most since, when the season starts, I won’t be home as much as I want.” I feel her tense at that, and I kiss her ear. “Don’t. Don’t do that to us.”
I spin her around, pressing her flush to me as I grab her face, our foreheads touching. I cradle her stomach in my hands and gaze into her eyes. Her eyes are sparkling with unshed tears, and my chest burns.
“I’m not, I swear. It’s just—” She pauses, and she presses her lips together. “I’ve decided I can’t let you go.”
“Whether you’ve decided or not, I wasn’t letting you go,” I tell her simply as I kiss her nose.
“Do you mean that? I think I’m gonna try to talk Peepaw into letting me work remote as an apology for saying I couldn’t be with you and work for him.”
“I am a huge fan of that idea, but like I told you from the beginning, we’ll take things one day at a time.”
Her eyes sparkle. “Thank you.”
“Ah, Elliot, come on. You know you’re as much mine as I am yours.”
Her lips quirk as the song changes to “Lo Que Pasó, Pasó” by Daddy Yankee. We dance, our laughter and grins unstoppable as I move her around me and hold her close to me with no intention of letting anyone else touch her. I feel eyes on us as I nuzzle my face in her neck, holding our son as peace falls over me. I could stay like this for the rest of my life. Elliot in my arms, my son in her belly, and the soul-deep feeling of pure joy. I’ve never been this happy, this complete, and it’s all because of her.
Elliot threads our fingers together, and I bring her hand up to kiss the back of it as our hips move. Against her ear, I ask, “You know what would look good on this hand?”
“A few of those steak tacos?”
My shoulders drop, and I can’t help but laugh. I feel my mom watching me, and I meet her gaze. “Ma, she’s always hungry!” I yell.
“She’s growing your baby. You feed my mija!” she yells back as everyone laughs, and I roll my eyes until I notice Elliot looking up at me in confusion.