Total pages in book: 60
Estimated words: 56651 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 283(@200wpm)___ 227(@250wpm)___ 189(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 56651 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 283(@200wpm)___ 227(@250wpm)___ 189(@300wpm)
“The bed is the first thing that is getting set up in the new house, wife,” I growled, grabbing her sweet little ass and squeezing it. I loved the way she was filling in with her pregnancy. She was perfect no matter how juicy she got.
She batted me away playfully.
“I thought you didn’t need a bed… husband.”
“I don’t. But my beautiful, pregnant wife would probably be a lot more comfortable on a comfy mattress while I pleasure her for hours,” I kissed her neck, “and hours… and hours…”
I kept nibbling on her until I felt her nipples go hard against my chest. I smiled knowingly as I reached down to tweak them. She loved it when I played with her nipples, especially through her clothes. Hell, we both loved it. It made us feel like teenagers.
“We have just enough time to make love in this apartment one last time…” I said huskily just as…
HONK HONK
The sound of cars honking outside, followed shortly by the roar of multiple souped up motorcycles. Most of the guys could tell each other’s rides apart, just by the sound of the engine.
“Goddamn it,” I sighed, eyes going heavenward.
“Try not to take the lord’s name in vain in front of the baby, Drake,” my wife said with a giggle. “Give them time to make their own decisions about all that.”
I kissed her hard and fast.
“Yes, ma’am,” I said, squeezing her gently one more time before letting her go.
“Caught ya,” a snarky voice piped up from behind me. I scowled. Of course Lucky had let himself in. “None of that now,” he said, slapping his knee and laughing as if interrupting my private time with my lady was the funniest thing ever.
It most definitely was not.
I decided to punch him. After he had helped us move. And after I had made love to my wife.
“Thanks for coming, guys,” my wife said chirpily, giving me a sweet smile. She knew I was hurting. But her wink promised she would make it better later.
Much later probably.
After she took a nap. After I rubbed her feet while she fell asleep. Maybe after everyone was gone and we ate takeout food on the floor in the kitchen because the chairs were covered in boxes.
Goddamn it. That sounded like hours and hours from now. Realistically, it sounded like I’d be making love to her tomorrow.
On the plus side, we moved fast with so many big dudes helping. Half the club had turned out to pitch in. The ladies were representing too, over at the new house ready with scissors and cleaning supplies.
The aunties were in on the act, too, arriving at the new house during the unloading and unpacking phase with tasty treats for all to share. I adjusted my vision of eating take out on the kitchen floor to eating leftovers in actual chairs, because we were nearly unpacked by the time folks started to trickle out and head home.
Everyone oooh’d and ahhhh’d over all the stuff me and the guys had built. The house was custom, to a T. My lady got every damned thing she wanted, and it hadn’t cost an arm and a leg.
“I can’t believe you carried me over the threshold,” my wife murmured sleepily as I tucked her into bed later that evening.
“It’s tradition,” I said, pressing a kiss to her cute little nose.
“But I am huge,” she sighed, snuggling under the covers. I smiled down at her.
“You are not.”
“I am.”
“Well, wife, as soon as you wake up, to pee in the middle of the night I’m guessing,” I teased as I slid in beside her, “I will be kissing every inch of that not-at-all-huge, gorgeous, delicious body of yours. We need to christen the house, after all. Room by room,” I added, already planning on doing naughty things to my wife all over the damned house.
“You promise?”
I curled my body around hers and nuzzled her neck.
“I promise.”
And around 3AM that morning, I surely did.