Total pages in book: 18
Estimated words: 15980 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 80(@200wpm)___ 64(@250wpm)___ 53(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 15980 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 80(@200wpm)___ 64(@250wpm)___ 53(@300wpm)
“More,” she mumbles against the bedding and pushes her hips back harder, allowing me to slide even deeper.
She comes screaming my name once more, and her silky walls clench down on my cock, causing me to lose control. I thrust furiously a few more times then follow her over the edge.
I use my last ounce of energy to spin us both around and pull her into my arms. I slowly rub my hand in slow circles across the smooth skin on her back while our breathing slows.
She looks up and places her chin on my chest. “I love your dessert.” She winks at me. “Think I can have another taste?”
“I need at least ten minutes to recover before you have your way with me again,” I tell her, but my cock has other ideas. The fucker is already semi-hard and growing steadily harder by the second.
When she rubs my erection with her silky thigh, I instantly recover and spin her over onto her back. “I thought you needed ten minutes.” She smiles up at me and rubs her luscious curves against me.
“Your gorgeous naked body encouraged me to recover faster.”
“Glad I could help you out with that.” She sighs as I thrust deep into her wet pussy.
Her nails dig into my shoulders as I slowly make love to her sweet body this time. After we come, I pull her close again and groan, “I fucking love you so much. It kills me to picture spending another second without you. Tell me you’ll marry me and put me out of my misery.” As she leans back and stares down into my eyes, I pull out the big guns. “Plus, my grandmother is convinced I’ll find a way to screw this up. Please help me ease her fears. The poor woman isn’t sleeping at night.”
“We can’t have Nona Evelyn losing sleep.” She snuggles against my side and kisses my chest. “So, I guess I’ll just have to marry you.”
I roll her over and stare down into her eyes. “All joking aside.” I need her to know how much her love means to me. “I need you to survive.”
“I feel the same way.”
Long after she falls asleep, I lie awake staring at the ceiling. The altercation with fucking Walter Smith keeps running through my mind, and I have no doubt he needs to be taken care of before he ever comes near my girl again.
I glance at the clock and see it’s three am, the perfect time to wake up my asshole brother.
Me
I need your help.
Nothing happens for several minutes, and I’m about to call the fucker when I see three dots move across the screen.
Asshole #1
It had better be life or death for you to text me at 3 a.m.
Me
Walter HUHA Smith made a scene at the charity event.
Asshole #1
Are you and Harper okay?
Me
I took care of it, but I have a feeling he’s going to continue to be a problem.
Asshole #1
If you took care of it, why the fuck are you messaging me at 3 am?
Me
I couldn’t sleep and wanted to share my pain with you.
Asshole #1
Gee, thanks for thinking of me. Why don’t we meet Monday morning at 8 to discuss how we’re going to handle this?
I knew I could depend on my brother. The asshole might love to give me shit, but he won’t let anyone else come after me.
Me
Thank you
Asshole #1
Whatever. Now what in the hell does HUHA stand for? I googled it and nothing came up.
Me
Keep working on it and you’ll eventually get it.
Asshole #1
Motherfucking little asshole.
Me
Nope. That’s not it.
I laugh to myself when he sends me back a middle finger emoji.
I wake up the next morning to the sound of my hellcat throwing up and rush to the bathroom to find her kneeling in front of the toilet. I grab a washcloth and wet it with warm water before bringing it over to her.
“Are you okay?” What a stupid fucking question. Of course, she isn’t okay. She’s fucking puking her guts up.
She takes the wet towel from me and lays her head against the wall. “I think our no birth control policy might’ve led to an unexpected complication.”
I drop to my knees next to her and lightly rub her back. “Are you sure?” I ask, praying she is pregnant.
“No, but I started calculating the odds in my mind when I woke up feeling like this.” She leans against my chest and sighs. “I realized I haven’t had a period since we met, so that’s a pretty good sign that you managed to knock me up. At least, I hope you think it’s a good thing.”
“Thank God for strong swimmers.” I hug her close as happiness flows through my soul. “I’ve been working my ass off trying to knock you up since the first time in the vault.”