Total pages in book: 42
Estimated words: 39689 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 198(@200wpm)___ 159(@250wpm)___ 132(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 39689 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 198(@200wpm)___ 159(@250wpm)___ 132(@300wpm)
“And what about my uncle?”
“I won’t apologize for asking Cal to look into him. Some people leave a bad taste in your mouth for a reason, and in this case, it was a valid reason. If I’d known he was taking your money, I would’ve stepped in sooner.” I stroke her arm, back and forth, until she gives me her hand. “I think, on some level, you knew something wasn’t right about him, too. Because you’re smart, angel. Whip smart.”
She balks. “So smart I didn’t even know I was being cheated by my own father.”
“Falling for a con man doesn’t make you stupid. It makes you human. Loving you has helped me grow as a human, and as a man. I used to think people couldn’t change. That we’re products of our experience. I know you’ve seen a lot of ugliness, but you are not your past. And your blood doesn’t get to dictate what you become.”
Teagan stares out the windshield, her expression softening. “Maybe... Either way, I’m sorry I went crazy on you. Sometimes I do that when I’m stressed, or when I feel like I’m backed into a corner.”
“We all go a little crazy sometimes, angel. The only reason I didn’t let you break your dad’s nose—or, hell, break it myself—was the threat of either of us going to prison.”
“I should probably work on controlling it though—” She smiles nervously. “—before the baby comes.”
The world stops turning on its axis.
“You’re pregnant?” I ask. She nods. “You’re sure?”
“I took a test. Three tests, actually. All positive.” Her dark-chocolate gaze searches my face. “Are you...happy about it?”
Her tears wet my cheeks as I pull her in for a kiss.
“I’ve never been so happy about anything, angel.”
We go inside, and I set her up at the kitchen table with paper and colored pencils. She draws while I make dinner, grilled cheese with the crusts cut off and piping-hot bowls of tomato soup. She offers to wash the dishes, and I can’t keep my hands off her belly as she rinses the plates and sets them into the dishwasher.
Upstairs, I help her change into her pink-unicorn PJs, then strip down to my boxers and crawl into bed beside her.
My hand finds its way inside her panties halfway through our bedtime story. As I stroke her clit, her eyelashes flutter, and I wonder if our child will have her eyes. This baby is going to be a new start for both of us. I assumed we’d have a little more time to settle into our life together before starting a family. But as fate would have it, we’re gonna learn to run and walk simultaneously.
And if we’re gonna run, we might as well make it a sprint.
“Marry me, angel.”
Her eyes snap open. “What?”
I kiss the corner of her mouth. “I haven’t felt like I was part of something bigger than myself since I was a cop. A mistake and a bullet took that from me, but you brought the feeling back. I love you, Teagan. I want to spend the rest of my life taking care of you and our baby. Let me give you the big, loving family you deserve.”
I’m still fingering her even as she considers her answer. I don’t take my eyes off her gorgeous face for a second. As I coax her closer to orgasm, her lips drift apart, and she whimpers. She comes with her whole body, tensing and shaking. “Oh...God...yes...”
“What’s that, angel?”
She smiles. “Yes, I’ll marry you.”
I kiss her. She humps my palm, still wearing her panties, as I place her hand on my cock. I make like I’m showing her how to stroke me, though she and my cock are practically old friends.
“Feel how hard you make me, baby?”
“Yes, Daddy. I love making you hard.”
She crawls onto her hands and knees, then glances back at me with a coy smile. I pull down her shorts and panties. She makes the sweetest, softest cry as I thrust inside her pussy.
I fuck her slow and deep, teasing her with my inches. She tries to up the pace by pushing back against me, but I’m enjoying this moment too damn much to rush it. Wrapping her long, honey-blonde hair around my fist, I show her who’s in control.
By the time I’m ready to fuck her hard and fast, she’s dying for it. Keening for it. Practically screaming for it.
Teagan comes around me, her pussy tightening. My cock throbs. I shoot off inside her, painting her walls and marking her as mine. My little girl. My angel. Now until the end of time.
A short while later, when we’re both drained and bathed in sweat in each other’s arms, I stroke Teagan’s cheek and whisper, “You know what we have to do now, angel.”
“I know,” she says, her voice thick with sleep. “We have to tell Mary.”