Total pages in book: 50
Estimated words: 46461 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 232(@200wpm)___ 186(@250wpm)___ 155(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 46461 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 232(@200wpm)___ 186(@250wpm)___ 155(@300wpm)
Riding with Gideon was an amazing treat. He’d taken me on short rides before, but nothing like this. Sometimes I whooped and waved my hands in the air for the sheer joy of the experience. When I did, he always chuckled, squeezing my knee. I loved every second of it. When we stopped, it was at a quaint little house next to the beach.
“Off you go, little mama,” he said, slapping my ass when I stepped away from the bike.
“Hey! What was that for?” I wasn’t put out, but I loved playing with Gideon.
“For all the noise you’re about to make,” he growled, scooping me up and heading inside the little house.
“Noise? What noise?”
“All the screamin’ and moanin’. Likely have the police comin’ around to find out what the fuck’s goin’ on.”
I laughed, clinging to him as he took me into the bedroom. “You think you’ll be good enough to make me scream, do you?”
“Oh, now you’re gonna get it.”
Gideon tickled me until there were tears streaming down my face and he’d managed to get all my clothing off. Then he grinned down at me where he’d positioned himself above me, his hips wedged between my spread legs.
Brushing my hair off my forehead, he looked down at me, a little, contented smile on his face. “You’re so fuckin’ beautiful, Emmanuell.”
“I love you, Gideon,” I said, brushing my face along his beard over and over. “I love you so much! Thank you for taking care of me when I needed it.”
“Honey, I’ll always take care of you. Whatever you want. If it’s within my power to give it to you, it’s yours.”
I pulled him down for a kiss. It didn’t take long for him to take over, kissing and licking at my mouth, tugging my lips with his teeth before starting all over again. I doubted I’d ever get tired of kissing him. Gideon was mine every bit as much as I was his.
He settled his weight on me, and I reveled in it, clutching him to me while he continued to kiss me. His forearms rested beside my head, his fingers tangling in my hair.
Ending our kiss slowly, Gideon stilled, looking into my eyes. Letting me see his need and love. Of me. I was his woman. He was my man.
“Ain’t never lettin’ you go, Emmanuell. Got Wrath workin’ on the adoption papers. Once you marry me, I’m adoptin’ those girls, and they’ll officially be mine, too.” He said it with a hint of stubbornness, like he expected me to fight him on this or something. I wasn’t sure which declaration he was worried about -- that he was adopting my girls or that he intended to marry me. Not that it mattered. I was willing if he was.
“If you’re expecting me to argue with you, you’re going to be disappointed.” I grinned up at him.
“Good. Just so we’re clear.”
Then Gideon proceeded to kiss my entire body, paying attention to my breasts. They were tender, but large with milk for our children, so I left my bra and nursing pads in place. Gideon pulled them aside to kiss each nipple tenderly, lapping up any leakage I had before replacing everything.
“So fuckin’ gorgeous,” he murmured as he trailed kisses down my tummy. It wasn’t toned and sleek any longer. There were stretch marks and saggy skin, but Gideon didn’t seem to mind. In fact, he kissed every inch, every stretch mark. He worshiped my body. My womb. “Thank you, Emmanuell. Thank you for carrying those girls and for letting me be a part of your lives. I swear you’ll never regret it.”
“I know, Gideon. You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me. I love you so much!”
With one tender kiss to my mound and a swipe of his tongue through my folds to tickle my clit, Gideon grunted and climbed up my body to blanket me once more.
“Later I’ll take time to love you properly, but right now, I need inside you worse than I need to breathe, baby.”
“Please,” I gasped. “I need you, too.”
Carefully, watching my face every second, Gideon eased his cock inside my weeping pussy. I sucked in a breath, thrilling at his size and length. The first time we’d made love, he’d taken me from behind. It had been easier with my pregnancy. Now he lay fully on top of me, in a dominant position. I could already tell it was going to be my favorite. I loved the feel of his big body pressing me into the bed. Loved looking up at him as he slid into my body.
“Gideon,” I whispered as he began to move in rhythmic thrusts.
“Yeah, baby. I got you.” He kissed me again, finally settling into a hard, driving rhythm. He went easy until sweat slickened his skin and he had to clench his jaw. I could see the effort it was taking him to hold back and give me the gentle loving he thought I needed so he didn’t hurt me.