Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 34140 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 171(@200wpm)___ 137(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 34140 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 171(@200wpm)___ 137(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
“Carson,” she said.
He looked down at the stick. “What does it say?”
“It says that I’m pregnant.”
He grabbed her dress and pushed it up to her waist. He tore at her panties, got rid of them quickly, swiped them from her body, and tossed them aside. He eased his pants open, pulled out his dick, and within seconds he was balls-deep inside her.
Staring at her reflection, he saw the plumpness of her lip, the flush to her cheeks. It wasn’t enough for him, he needed more, because he was greedy. Shoving the dress down her arms, he released the catch of her bra, and now she looked perfect. Her tits on show, her nipples were so big, he loved to suck on them, and it wouldn’t be long before she was heavily pregnant with his child. He couldn’t fucking wait.
His mission was to keep her pregnant.
Carson had never considered himself a family man but for Willow, he would do anything it took.
“Please,” she said.
He cupped her tits, teasing the nipples, before sliding down toward her clit. Stroking her nub, he heard her cry out, his name a constant as it spilled from her lips.
“Come for me, baby. I want to fucking fill you with my cum,” he said. He noticed that she loved it when he talked dirty to her.
He had no problem doing whatever his woman wanted.
“Do you love my cock in your pussy?” he asked.
“Yes, please, don’t stop,” she said.
“I’m not going to stop. You’re going to take it all.” He grabbed her hip and pounded inside her, going to the hilt, and when she came, he gave her time to get over the peak, and only then did he focus on his own release.
Flooding her womb as he came, he was thinking about the child he had already placed inside her.
His child.
His woman.
They were his fucking world.
Chapter Nine
Two Months Later
Carson didn’t waste any time. The moment he found out she was pregnant, they flew to Vegas, and she was now Mrs. Willow Dexter. There was no hiding that she was pregnant anymore. Willow put her hand on her stomach, feeling the slight bump of their boy or girl. They didn’t know the sex yet. The first time, it had been too early to tell, and the last time, the doctor had said their child was shy. This of course had been hilarious to Carson, the thought of his child being bashful.
Willow had to admit, if it was a boy, she hoped he’d be nothing like Carson’s father, but certainly like hers.
“I don’t like this,” Miley said.
She looked up.
In the past two months she had gotten close to Miley. The woman was so nice, and yes, she was aware of what her husband did and who he worked for. When Willow had asked about it, she had merely said, love is love, and she wouldn’t have Peter any other way.
Willow had to admit she wouldn’t have Carson any other way either.
“What don’t you like?”
“Okay, I’m pretty sure there’s a dodgy guy watching the shop,” Miley said.
“A dodgy guy? You do know that Carson has men watching us all the time. It might be one of them.” Willow stepped away from the counter. There were no customers, but they did have a busy morning. She had put the last postage label on the latest online order as he moved to where Miley stood.
“It’s just a guy on a street corner.”
“Yeah, and do you see any of Carson’s men around?”
Willow couldn’t spot anyone and she frowned. “Maybe they’re having a break, or it’s shift change. I don’t know how Carson works.” She shrugged.
Watching the man, Willow couldn’t help but feel something bad was going to happen. He kept looking at the shop, and he did seem jittery.
She pulled out her cell phone and placed a call to Carson. It went straight to voicemail.
“Can you call Peter?” Willow asked.
Miley was already on her cell phone. “It’s busy, what the fuck.”
Neither of them had a chance to react other than to duck as a brick was thrown right at them, smashing the glass. Willow couldn’t believe it, but then something even worse happened. Something else was thrown, this time with fire attached to it. She watched it hit the fabric, smash, and whatever fluid had been inside it spread across the fabric, igniting it.
“Shit.” Miley grabbed her arm and Willow had to be pulled from the shop. Everything went numb around her.
This was her grandmother’s shop, and within seconds it was aglow with fire. At some point, Willow heard the fire truck heading their way. She was so freaking numb. Everything her grandmother had given to her went up in flames. Miley held her and Willow hadn’t even realized she was crying, until that very moment.
Carson hadn’t come. Why hadn’t he answered his phone?