Second Chance Rival Read Online M. Robinson

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Angst, Contemporary, Erotic, New Adult, Romance Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 64
Estimated words: 64979 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 325(@200wpm)___ 260(@250wpm)___ 217(@300wpm)
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I laid on the lounger and brought her with me. She laid against my chest as we both stared at the beauty ahead. A soft, classical melody filled the humid air from her phone, adding to the ambiance between us as we looked up at the stars.

She was the first to break the silence. “What kind of future do you see?”

“You mean other than you sitting on my face?”

“Tristian, be serious.”

“Who says I’m not?”

“What kind of future do you see with us that doesn’t involve your dirty mouth?”

“But you used to love my dirty mouth. Especially what it did when it was in between your legs.”

“I still love that.”

“Trust me, I’m fully aware.”

She blushed. “Okay, enough with the dirty talk. Tell me what you envision with us that doesn’t involve sex?”

“Oh, so this is a serious talk.”

“Maybe.”

“Alright, I’ll play your game. I see me trying to do whatever I need to, so that you’re always happy and in love with me.”

“What else?”

“I’m looking forward to seeing you pregnant with my babies.”

“Pregnant women turn you on?”

“You turn me on.”

“You don’t know that. What if I gain fifty pounds?”

“More for me to love on.”

“What if I get stretch marks?”

“I’ll make sure to kiss every last one.”

“Really?”

“It’s all part of you making my babies. I couldn't ask for a better gift than that.”

She smiled. “What if I have cravings at three a.m.?”

“We’ll make sure the chef knows that he works at all hours of the night.”

“What if he’s on vacation?”

“I’ll make you whatever you’d like, but I can’t promise it’s going to taste any good.”

“And if pregnancy doesn’t agree with me?”

“You can’t get any more hormonal than you currently are.”

“What if I do?”

“Then I’ll just have to continue fucking it right out of you.” I grinned.

“What if something is wrong and I have to be on bedrest, and we can’t have sex?”

“Then your mouth is going to get really tired.”

She giggled.

“Are we done playing this game?”

“No. What do you want our children to be like?”

“Kind. Caring. Compassionate. Strong. Understanding. Loving. Everything their mother is.”

She looked up at me through her lashes.

“They’ll never want for anything. I’ll make sure of it.”

When I looked over at her again, her head was hung low, and she was playing with the seam of her dress.

“Ask me.”

She took a deep breath, exhaling, “Did you miss me?”

“Everyday.”

Her cautious eyes met mine.

“I struggled with it, though.”

“With missing me?”

“Mmm hmm.”

“Why?”

“I’ve felt this deep connection to you since the moment I first saw you.”

“I know. I felt it too.” Her eyes held nothing but sincerity and confusion, suddenly making the air so damn thick between us. “I guess, I don’t know what to make of all of it. I can see myself, not only with you but with a family, and that scares the shit out of me,” she confessed.

Her vulnerability didn’t stop me from taking in the glow of her smooth, tan skin from the sun, or the way her hair kept falling around her face, or the rosy flush of her cheeks from the wine.

There was something in the way she was looking at me…

The concern.

The sadness.

The understanding in her eyes.

That had me sharing, “I never wanted to leave you.”

Her lips parted as a slight gasp escaped her mouth, waiting for me to go on.

“Growing up like I did, not having parents, I felt alone a lot. Like the world had forgotten about me. When you grow up in those circumstances, where all I had were my father’s street bikes, it adds another element to what could have been if they hadn’t died. You’re the first and last place that’s ever felt like home to me, kitten. And I mean that from the bottom of my soul.”

Her big, blue eyes brimmed with tears.

I tugged her toward me. Her tight dress hiked up her toned thighs, and without thinking, my hands immediately traveled up her legs.

They were as soft as they were inviting.

And I knew I was done for.

—Belle—

Hearing him talk about me with so much devotion in his heart hurt in ways I never expected. There I was, falling in love with him again. Only feeling the fear I was going to get hurt by him. And even still, I wanted him.

All of him.

Even if it came with a price at my expense.

“You always had me questioning everything I believed in, and it hurt me as much as it healed me,” he openly affirmed. “All I know is I want, need, crave you in a way I’ve never had for anyone else. I can’t imagine a life without you in it. I’m struggling with the reality that maybe you’ll never love me the way you used to, but don’t think for one second I’ll ever stop trying to make you feel that love again. You’re mine. You’ve always been mine.”

I didn’t know what to say. His beautiful words literally shocked me to my core. I opened my mouth to say something, but nothing came out.


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