Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 71275 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 356(@200wpm)___ 285(@250wpm)___ 238(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71275 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 356(@200wpm)___ 285(@250wpm)___ 238(@300wpm)
She opened her mouth and closed it again. I was tempted to pin her to the sofa and fuck her into submission. Make her scream my name and tell me who she belonged to until I had her so damn full of my cum that it was running down her legs like a motherfucking waterfall.
“I don’t want to trap you.”
“You mentioned that,” I pointed out.
She nodded and licked her lips. I wanted to lick those lips.
When she threw up her hands and stood up abruptly, I leaned back, ready for the rest of whatever this was she was trying to say.
“YOU are and will always be this baby’s father,” she said, placing a hand on her stomach. “But that doesn’t mean we are a package deal. You can be the father and not be my … whatever … boyfriend?” She shook her head, looking frustrated. “I will not use our baby to control you. You can come and go as you please. When I’m not here anymore, that is, and we are somewhere else. The baby and me.”
What the actual fuck?
I dropped my wounded leg to the ground and leaned forward. “You saying you’re gonna leave me, sweets? Because I’ll hunt you down. I’ll tie you to my goddamn bed.”
I stood, ignoring the crutch, and took a step toward her, feeling the urgency to tie her up now and not give her the chance to go anywhere. Fuck her until she realized she wanted me. She wanted to be here with me.
“I can make you want to stay,” I warned her. “You start talking about leaving, and I’ll never let you out of my sight again. What the fuck did I do that made you want to leave? Consider leaving? You think you’re gonna get bored of me? Because I can rip those fucking shorts off right now and bury my face between your legs until you’re begging me to never stop.”
She blinked. “I don’t want to leave.”
“Then, why are we talking about it? You’re clearly thinking about it!” I shouted, feeling the panic that she might actually want to leave me one day.
I couldn’t lose her. She couldn’t leave me.
“YOU!” she said, pointing at me. “You will get tired. You said this would end. That relationships didn’t work. Love wasn’t real.”
I paused. Fucking hell. I had said all that. Before. All before I got so damn addicted and obsessed with her that I didn’t realize I would never allow her to leave me.
“Love is weak,” I said, taking another step toward her. “It fades.”
She looked stricken.
Reaching up, I cupped her face in my hand. “So, it’s a fucking good thing that you possess my soul, sweets. You’re under my skin, in my blood, locked so damn deep inside of me that I could never let you go.”
Her lips parted as she looked astonished.
Had she not already known this? What more could I have done to show her?
“This isn’t about me being pregnant?” she asked softly. As if she was afraid to know.
Damn, I had failed at this already, and we were just getting started. She had no idea.
“I got shot before I knew you were pregnant. I told Blaise and the rest of the family to fuck themselves and turned to come find you, not having any idea you were carrying my baby. All I could think was, I had to get to you. I didn’t give a damn about anything or anyone else. But you were gone, and YOU are mine. My reason for waking up in the mornings. So, no, sweets. This isn’t about you being pregnant. But right now, I’d be lying if I said I’m not fucking relieved you’re tied to me because, apparently, you’re not as sure about the future as I am.”
She closed the space between us, grabbing my face and pressing her soft lips to mine with so much force that I had to put weight on my bad leg to keep from falling backward. I wasn’t gonna let her know that though. Not when she was kissing me like she couldn’t get enough.
I held her, giving her back as good as she was giving and relishing the sweetness that was only Rumor. I’d called a lot of women sweets, but until her, none of them had really owned the title. She did. It was hers.
Moving my hands down to grab her ass, I squeezed, pushing her up until I had my hard dick rubbing against the crotch of her shorts.
“Makes me think you want to keep me,” I said against her lips.
“Yes,” she said breathlessly.
“That’s my girl,” I said, smiling as I took her mouth again.
She broke free and stepped back suddenly, confusing the fuck out of me.
“Your leg!” she squeaked. “I am so sorry! Sit down.”
“I’m fine.”
“SIT DOWN,” she ordered, surprising me.