Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 90290 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 451(@200wpm)___ 361(@250wpm)___ 301(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90290 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 451(@200wpm)___ 361(@250wpm)___ 301(@300wpm)
I look down and read her notes. They’re verbatim to what she just said.
“Here, Julius didn’t run the route correctly. You noticed and hit him in stride. However, Chase thought the throw was for him. He leapt and fumbled.”
Again, her notes say the same exact thing.
“Okay, enough.”
“Are you sure?”
“Come here.”
She does and I pull her onto my lap. She straddles my thighs. “I’m sorry for doubting you.”
Peyton runs her fingers through my hair. “Stop doubting yourself,” she says. “Just because Logan doesn’t want to sign you again, doesn’t mean you’re not one of the best quarterbacks out there. Logan’s an idiot.”
“He’s your boss.” I point out.
“He doesn’t know the difference between a zone defense and man coverage. He thinks the defense just chases people around. I don’t even know how he got hired.”
“Maybe you should take his job.”
She shakes her head. “It’s not something I want. I’d be less involved and if I’m going to work, I want to be where the action is.”
My hand slides under her shirt and up her back. I look into her eyes. “Is this okay?” I ask as my fingers play with the clasp of her bra. She nods and I slide the hooks loose, moving my hands quickly to pull her shirt over her head, along with her bra.
“Do they still hurt?” I press my lips to her breasts, mindful of the soreness she’s talked about previously.
“Some, but that feels good.” Peyton holds my head, keeping me near her chest. We haven’t been intimate since . . . well shit I don’t even know because I’ve made it a point to respect the changes her body is going through. I don’t pretend to imagine or understand the emotions she’s feeling right now. It’s funny because I’ve never considered myself to be a patient man, but it seems I am.
Peyton grinds against my hard cock. I let out a strangled groan crossed with a hiss and bury my face between her tits. Her reaction is immediate and instinctive as she tilts her head back, a soft moan escaping from her parted lips. Her hands roam over me, tugging at my shirt until I give her enough space to take it off. Nails dig into my skin and then softly trace the contours of my back.
“I’ve missed us like this,” I say into her flesh, reddened by my stubble. Her perfume fills my senses, a tantalizing mix of floral and all Peyton. Her fingers move from my back and into my hair, tugging harshly. She presses harder into me. The friction sends my mind reeling.
“Let’s go to our room,” I say against her flesh as I start to push us out of the chair.
“No, here. Now.”
I am not one to tell my wife no and start maneuvering my joggers and boxers down until my cock springs free. Peyton grips my shaft, giving me a solid pump before sliding off my lap to take her shorts off.
For a moment, I stare at her. Taking her all in. I’m the only one, besides her, who can see the tiny bump starting to form. Every day, I’ve taken a photo of her, to mark the growth of our child. I reach for her, bringing her closer to me and place my lips on her belly. I don’t know how I got so lucky, to be her husband and the father of her child. As cheesy as it sounds, she completes me.
“Babe,” she whispers as her fingers brush through my hair. I pull away from kissing along her tan line and look at her. “I need you.”
Peyton will never grasp the magnitude of what those words . . . hell, what any of the things she says to me mean. I sit back and bring her forward, again straddling me. She grabs a hold of my cock, strokes me a few times and then hovers over the tip. Painstakingly slowly, she takes me in. Inch by inch, until she lets out a contented sigh, and despite the disappointment I felt earlier with Alan, this feels right. Being home is where I’m meant to be.
17
PEYTON
My mom and Elle show up at my house early. I swear the sun has barely risen when my annoying sister bursts through my house, acting like we’re planning her wedding or something. My head hurts and I’m afraid to take anything, and the homeopathic remedies only work part of the time. Lately, I haven’t felt great. Some foods turn my stomach sour, but it’s not like I’m puking or anything. The nausea comes and goes and is mostly non-existent. I guess I’m one of those women who can say their pregnancy has been easy. So far, minus the whole getting pregnant part, it has been.
I come out of my bedroom wearing a dress. We’re going to see a venue today for Elle and Ben’s vow renewal. She wants the whole ceremony, with our dad walking her down the aisle. I don’t blame her one bit. It was a magical moment. Not only for me, but for our dad as well. Deep down, even though he’s known Noah for most of his life, and with Liam being his best friend, I’m not sure my dad was ready to let me go.