Total pages in book: 14
Estimated words: 12204 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 61(@200wpm)___ 49(@250wpm)___ 41(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 12204 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 61(@200wpm)___ 49(@250wpm)___ 41(@300wpm)
“Don’t cry.” He kisses my cheeks, and the morning scruff of his beard tickles my skin. “I’ll be there for all the other times because I’m not missing anything. I’m going to be glued to your ass.” I let out a laugh thinking about that. While it sounds sweet, it also sounds like an accident waiting to happen.
My stomach makes a loud growl, and heat rushes to my face. “That’s what makes you blush?” Colden's deep, rich laugh fills my small home. “We need to go get you real food. Cupcakes and cookies aren’t going to cut it.”
“Hey, Frostie has the best cupcakes in the state.” I defend my cousin.
“Does she have any real food over there?” He pulls me to sit up on the side of the bed.
“Yeah, she has some really good breakfast croissant sandwiches.” My stomach growls again thinking about them alone.
“Don’t worry. I’ll feed you.” Colden leans down and kisses my baby bump, and tears once again fill my eyes.
“Babe, you can’t cry on me all the time. You’ll kill me.”
“It’s happy tears. It doesn't count,” I sniffle.
“Fine, happy tears we can do.” He pulls me to a standing position and then leads me to the bathroom, where we shower together. “I think I should get to shower you each morning to make up for lost time.” He massages my scalp like I’m about to complain.
“We might need a bigger shower,” I point out. I have a cute claw tub and a tiny shower in my bathroom. It’s a tight fit, and my stomach is only going to get bigger, and Colden is already a giant.
Colden’s fingers soon slip between my thighs. I grip his shoulders as he strums my clit and gets me off. My knees give out when the orgasm hits me, but I don’t fall because Colden is there holding me close.
“We’ll get a bigger space soon. At the moment, I kind of enjoy that you can’t get far from me,” he jokes, then it dawns on me. He’s not from Troping. His life is in the city. In fact, I know he owns a very successful company there because Missy mentioned that her fiancé and his brother owned a company together. The woman threw money around for the wedding like it was confetti.
When we’re done, Colden pulls me out of the shower and dries my hair and body for me. “I’m going to go grab my bag. I’ll be right back.”
“Bag?”
“Yeah, I packed a bag. It’s in my car.” He drops a kiss on the top of my head before he’s heading out of the bedroom, having only pulled his pants on. Oh gosh. A half-naked man leaving my house to go grab a bag from his car is going to be the talk of the town.
By the time I’m done getting dressed, Colden is back with his bag, and my phone is about to buzz off my nightstand. Yep, they’re already gossiping.
“Two people threw snowballs at me,” Colden says as he laughs and looks over his shoulder.
“You don’t look like you have snow on you.” I look over his bare chest.
“I ducked.” I snort a laugh, putting my hand over my mouth. “Others glared at me, and the sheriff is parked down the road.”
“Great, now you’re really not going to want to live in Troping.” I sigh. “I suppose a dress shop might do better in the city, but—”
“Stop,” Colden cuts me off. “We’re not going anywhere.”
“Really?”
“Really,” he reassures me. “I love you, Caroline. You want to be here, and that means I want to be here.” I melt into him. Could this man be more perfect?
“I love you too,” I say, and he kisses me like we’ve been apart for years. I have a feeling we’re going to end up at the courthouse at some point today.
“Besides, I love how protective this town seems to be over you. This is the kind of place I want to raise our kids.”
“Kids?! There’s only one baby currently in the oven.” I point to my stomach.
“Well, after this one there will be another. A girl with your eyes.” I open my mouth and then close it, unsure how to respond to that. “We’re staying. We’ll build a house or find something here. It might be fun to try and outdo the guy’s house that owns the resort.”
“That’s the sheriff’s man.”
“Even better.” He smirks.
I think Colden is going to fit into Troping better than I thought.
Epilogue
COLDEN
Christmas Eve Many Years Later…
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“No,” I say as I grit my teeth and hold tightly to her hips.
“Harder, Colden.” Caroline is panting as she tries to rock her hips and take more of me. “Please.”
“No.” I shake my head and then I have to look away. The sight of her like this is too much, and I’ll lose control.