Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 82279 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 411(@200wpm)___ 329(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82279 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 411(@200wpm)___ 329(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
"Okay, I’m finished with your back side. You can flip over now."
"I 'bout nearly passed out that felt so good," I admit, pulling the sheet up to my neck.
"That was the longest I've ever heard you stay quiet."
"Ha ha." I grin and wait for him to continue.
Payton lowers the sheet just above my breasts, and my breath hitches when he tucks it underneath me. His touches shouldn’t be sensual, but his fingers set my skin on fire.
"You do this well," I tell him as he digs his thumb over a knot. "A girl could get used to this."
"This one's on the house, but the next one will cost ya," he teases.
My eyes fly open. "Agreeing to carryin' your baby isn't enough?"
He grins. "Fair enough."
His gaze wanders down to my hard nipples. I wish I knew what he was thinking as he focuses on my neck and shoulders. Closing my eyes, I try to relax and enjoy this.
Payton adjusts his position, then slides his large hand across the tops of my breasts. His fingers dip between them but never inappropriately, though a part of me wishes he would.
"How many other women have you massaged?" I ask without looking at him.
"Including you? One."
"Just me? Really?"
"Yep."
My stomach flips with butterflies, though it shouldn't. Payton's just trying to help me feel better after getting a negative test. And this definitely has put me in a better mood.
"Not even for your ex?"
"No, she was too busy fucking my best friend."
"What?" I had no idea that was why they broke up. "What kind of person would cheat on you? And with your so-called friend? Wow. I hope you punched him out."
He stays silent, and I worry I said something I shouldn't have. When I meet his eyes, he's already staring at me.
"I wanted to. But it wouldn't have changed anything. Found out later she was pregnant."
"Payton, why have you never told me this?"
"Wanted to forget it." He moves his hands up my neck and sensually rolls his thumb over and over. "I stuck around and waited for the paternity test results. It wasn't mine."
A deep ache in my heart is only a fraction of what he must've felt. Even if she'd been cheating, he wanted a family, and she yanked it out from under him.
"I'm so sorry."
He shrugs, narrowing his eyes on my lips. "Trust me, it worked out the way it was meant to."
"Still...what they did to you was shitty."
"Karma came back around. After they got married, he knocked up another girl."
"Jesus. Does no one believe in commitment anymore? This is why I gave up on dating a long time ago."
A part of me always wondered why he didn’t date much because he's the full package.
Payton moves his fingers over my scalp, massaging my head and giving me a hairgasm. I swear, the man has magic hands.
"When you get pregnant, I'll massage lotion over your belly. It’s supposed to help with dry and itchy skin," he tells me once he's finished.
"If I get pregnant," I correct.
"No, when. Keep the faith." He shoots me a wink.
"I'm tryin'."
"How do you feel now?"
"Like I'm floating on a cloud and never want to come down."
He grins, readjusting the sheet for me. "Good. I'll let you change, then I’ll come back and clean up. But take your time. I'll get you some water too. Helps release the toxins from your body."
"Thank you. I really appreciate you doing this for me."
"You should know by now that I'd do just about anything for you, Kate."
"Motherfucker!" I yell when I see blood.
My period would be late and playing games with me.
Even though I had a negative test a few days ago, I was holding on to hope that it was too early to test and I could maybe still be pregnant.
Now I know I'm not.
The mindfuck my head has gone through isn't something I was prepared for, and it's only been a month.
Once I'm done in the bathroom, I text Payton to let him know we'll be trying again in ten to fourteen days. Which means I'll be taking more ovulation tests as soon as my period’s over.
Not that having sex with Payton is a chore—it's the opposite, actually—but the reality that I might not be able to get pregnant consumes me.
If we can't, I'll have to see a specialist or get tests done, and then I might get news I don't want to hear.
Payton: Guess I better think of some better excuses before Knox fires my ass.
I chuckle, knowing he's trying to make me laugh.
Kaitlyn: Just tell him you have explosive diarrhea. He can't fire you for that!
Payton: I'd rather not. He'd find a way to harass me about it.
Kaitlyn: Guess we'll have to meet somewhere closer for a quickie, then!
Payton: As long as you can keep it down.
He sends a winky face, and my cheeks heat. I can't help it. He hits just in the right spot over and over, sending me over the edge every damn time. The man has skills.