Total pages in book: 206
Estimated words: 192184 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 961(@200wpm)___ 769(@250wpm)___ 641(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 192184 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 961(@200wpm)___ 769(@250wpm)___ 641(@300wpm)
In a year or two maybe I’d start working on building a cradle. I couldn’t believe where my mind was going, imagining having babies with her when we’d only been together not even a few weeks and when she’d only agreed to try with me not forty-eight hours ago.
I took my frustrations out with my axe as I chopped enough firewood for more than a few campfires.
I put all the groceries away and then made a marinade for the steak and another one for the chicken. Then I chopped potatoes, mushrooms and onions and put them in a tin foil packet along with some butter and spices. I also spiced and wrapped corn cobs in foil. I made the bed and tidied up and then watched him out at the back busying himself. His muscled skin glistened in the sunlight as he chopped wood wearing just his jeans and his motorcycle boots was quite a sight.
After a little while of watching him chop wood, lost in thought – thoughts about him, about my life, about my dad, about my future, about the muscles on his body flexing (who knew how sexy a guy chopping wood could be to watch?), I decided to take my container of worms and my pink fishing pole and head down there. As I passed him, I put a bottle of beer on the log beside him, he looked sweaty, dirty, and thirsty. He mumbled thanks to me, but kept chopping wood.
I sat down on a huge, flattened rock to fish from, but when I opened the lid of the worms and saw them squirm in dirt …ugh. I couldn’t imagine touching one let alone poking it with a hook, so I put the lid back on and just sat and stared out at the pond.
When I glanced in his direction, I thought he still looked pretty pissed off, broody, grouchy, and then I caught him stealing glances at me here and there, his expression softening. Finally, he stared at me as he drank from the bottle of beer and then he walked over and without saying anything to me he put the worm on my hook and passed the rod to me.
“Thank you,” I said and then cast out.
He walked back to the now massive wood pile, grabbed the neck of the beer bottle, downed the rest while watching me, then resumed chopping until the sun started to set when he started fiddling with the barbeque, so I headed back to the loft and washed my hands, tossed the salad, set the table, and started grabbing the steaks and the vegetables to bring down.
“That needs to heat a little still,” he said, “I’m grabbing a shower. Join me?” He pulled me against him and even though he was sweaty, he still gave me the tingles.
I squirmed against him, “You’re all sweaty and manly.” I guess his foul mood was over?
He let out a barbaric little growl against my throat, making me giggle, and then nibbled on my earlobe. We walked back up to the loft hand in hand and after I put the food back in the fridge, I turned to face him but he crouched, put a shoulder to my belly, and hauled me up over his shoulder.
“Rawr! This manly man want woman in shower!”
I giggled all the way there. Then when he put me down, my dress came right up over my head in a fluid motion. But there was hardness in his eyes, so my giggle faded to a hard gulp.
After shower time, which included some pretty spectacular getting-slammed-up-against-the-shower-wall sex, he promptly passed out cold on the bed, towel around his waist, still soaking wet, lying on his stomach. Evidently when Tommy Ferrano was pooped, shower sex put him over the edge.
In the shower, though, he’d looked me in the eyes while holding my face in his hands and said, “Any secrets I keep from you, baby, are so that you can sleep at night. You don’t need to lie there like I do wishing you didn’t know shit. Okay?”
I’d nodded.
I took a rest beside him for a bit but didn’t fall asleep. He was snoring. After a while I decided to check on the barbecue. I added more charcoal and got it going again and got dinner cooked for us, using his flashlight to aid me.
When all was done and the table was all set, I woke him up by tugging his towel away. He hadn’t moved at all and it’d been a few hours. His eyes stayed closed, but a smile spread across his face. Then I climbed onto his back and sat on his naked and very fantastic rear end and started massaging his shoulders and his arms. He had a hard, muscular body. It was gorgeous. I kissed his muscled back in between his shoulder blades,