Total pages in book: 65
Estimated words: 59954 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 300(@200wpm)___ 240(@250wpm)___ 200(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 59954 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 300(@200wpm)___ 240(@250wpm)___ 200(@300wpm)
Jamison chuckled and patted my knee. “Patience, peaches. Patience.”
“It’s a surprise, mommy!” Charlie practically shouted from the backseat, and I heard her clap her hands.
The car turned slowly, and I heard what sounded like gravel crunching beneath the tires. Jamison had been up to something sneaky lately, and he brought Charlie into it as well. I couldn’t believe I wasn’t able to break her with cookies. He must have promised her something ridiculous for our three-year-old to keep a secret.
Our two-year-old, Lincoln, would have spilled the beans, but when I tried to bribe him, it became clear that he didn’t know anything. Even seducing Jamison hadn’t worked. Instead, he’d ended up talking me into waiting rather than me convincing him to tell me his little secret.
The vehicle finally rolled to a stop about thirty minutes after we’d left the city. “No peeing, mommy!” Lincoln shouted. I suppressed a giggle and exaggeratedly put my hands over my eyes.
“Okay, little man. No peeking.”
I heard the car door open and shut, then I felt a soft breeze when mine was opened. Jamison took my hand and helped me out of the car. “Stay put, peaches.”
From the sound of it, he was getting Charlie and Lincoln from the car. “Okay, guys,” he said, “Let’s show mommy her surprise.” Two tiny hands took hold of each of mine, and the kids pulled me over to stand in another spot.
“Open your eyes!” they shouted. I lifted my lids and laughed at the sight of my children hopping around in front of me with excitement. Then I took a look at my surroundings. My brow furrowed in confusion as I stared at the big, restored plantation house, with a huge yard, situated in front of rows and rows of trees. It was a beautiful orchard.
“It’s gorgeous,” I breathed. “But it’s too early to pick fruit from the trees.”
Jamison chuckled and slipped his arms around my waist, splaying them over my slightly rounded tummy. “I guess we’ll just have to stay here until they are.”
Leaning my head back, I glanced up at him with raised eyebrows. “Stay here? Did you rent this place?”
His head bent, and he nuzzled my nose. “I bought it.”
“We’re home!” Charlie yelped, then she grabbed Lincoln’s hand and they raced toward a play area on the left side of the house.
“What?” I didn’t have any more words. I was confused, but hope bloomed in my chest.
“It’s ours, peaches. We’ll keep our house in the city, and I hired a couple to manage the orchard. But this is our home, where we’ll raise our kids and grow old together.” His expression turned nervous for a moment, and he asked, “Do you like it?”
“Like it?” I spun in his arms and threw my arms around his neck, hugging him with all my might. “I love it!”
He beamed at me before taking my lips in a deep kiss. “I love you, Hazel. There is nothing I wouldn’t do for you, and I know this is the kind of place you dream about living.”
I sucked in a breath and ducked my head while my cheeks bloomed pink. “Bianca’s been pretty thorough in her reports to you, hasn’t she?” I huffed.
Jamison laughed and buried his face in my neck. “No. I couldn’t get anything out of that traitor.” I giggled and silently thanked my bodyguard and friend. Jamison was an extremely hard guy to say no to. As was evidenced by the baby growing in my belly. I’d wanted to wait a little longer before we went for number three, but somewhere between two glasses of wine and several orgasms, I agreed to not using a condom—the one time! And look at me now…
“So?” I prompted. “How did you know?”
Jamison lifted his head and grinned, completely unapologetic about whatever he was about to say. “I hacked your Pinterest account, and I dug through the pages you follow on Facebook and found the one with old homes. You liked every single one that had land for an orchard.”
I should probably have been mad at what he’d done, but the truth was, I was used to it. And, I’d learned over the years, everything Jamison did was to make his family safe and happy. Even when he was being an overprotective caveman, I couldn’t help finding it incredibly sexy. He was an amazing husband and father.
“How about a tour of your new home?” Jamison whispered in my ear as he turned me around to face the structure. “After the kids go to sleep tonight, I’ll introduce you thoroughly to our new bed.”
I shivered with anticipation, and my panties became damp as my nipples puckered in response to his promise. He palmed my hips and pressed his hard cock into my ass. “Are you wet, peaches?” I nodded, and he growled. “I want to taste you so bad. I want to slip my hand between your thighs and plunge my fingers into your hot pussy. I want to spread your juices all over your hard nipples and suck them clean.” I moaned and swayed as my knees weakened. Luckily, he had a firm grip on me and kept me upright. “Do you want my tongue or my cock first, baby?”