Total pages in book: 103
Estimated words: 95147 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 476(@200wpm)___ 381(@250wpm)___ 317(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 95147 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 476(@200wpm)___ 381(@250wpm)___ 317(@300wpm)
I feel no remorse or shame because, as I said, I’ve realized that I’d found myself in a sticky situation. Words, even deeds, don’t seem to get through to her. I have no doubt that my words of love had barely breached the surface of whatever walls she had built up around herself, but throwing a kid or two in her, locking her down for life, should do the trick.
I was all in even if she wasn’t at this point, so that’s why I turned onto my side and started rubbing her tummy as if that would help my master seed to find its way to where I needed it to be. I missed that class in biology; okay, I just know what makes sense to me. In my head, I was hoping that the smartest one made it there ahead of any asshole sperm that was going to grow up to irritate the fuck out of his mother and me.
I can hear the naysayers now, whining and moaning about the injustice of it all, like I give a fuck. They don’t live in my skin. Besides, I’m just giving her what she wants, aren’t I? Only she doesn’t know it yet; she doesn’t know that daddy will be staying around to help her raise the kid she wanted so badly. If Nat wants a kid, she should get Jaxx’s demented ass on board. That’s the only part of the program that I’m not down with, having someone else raise my kid, our kid. Aunt Nat is gonna have to handle her shit.
Just what in the blue heaven is going on in my head anyway? I’d damn near rubbed the skin off her tummy while lost in my head. Isn’t it amazing that she’s so blissfully unaware of the power she has? That she could turn a man like me into this? And I’d dare say I’m worlds better than her idiot ex.
“Mace, what are you doing?” She chuckled and raised up enough to look down between us at my hand.
“What? I’m rubbing your stomach.”
“Why are you concentrating so hard? What are you thinking about?” She didn’t seem to really want or expect an answer since she tried to roll out of bed, still grinning.
“Where’re you going?” I held her in place because even I knew that she shouldn’t be walking around if I wanted my boys to stay planted.
“I have to get cleaned up; I’m a mess.” And that’s exactly what I don’t want.
“Looks fine to me; stay put. I’ll go get a washcloth. Here, put your feet up.” That’s not suspicious or anything.
I put a couple of pillows under her feet to elevate them before heading for the bathroom, ignoring the weird look she gave me. See what I mean? You have to work fast with this one. I was only gone for a minute, if that, and by the time I returned, the laughter was gone, and she now wore a look of deep contemplation. Are all women this difficult, or just mine?
“Mace!” Uh-oh, I’ve been caught. Think fast, and don’t take any of her crap. Remember, this is what she wanted; you’re just doing your part as a supportive partner. I think maybe I should’ve thought this thing through a little bit further. Oh well, we’re in the trenches now, my dick and I.
“What’s up, baby?” I continued cleaning between her thighs where some of me and her had leaked out onto her inner thighs, then held the wet cloth against her pussy lips as if that was going to keep more from seeping out.
“I just realized I haven’t seen you call your parents the whole time I was at your place. Are they okay? Did something happen?”
What the fuck is she thinking about that shit for? And why did she notice? I guess I should be pleased that she’s that attentive but damn. I looked up at her, still holding that cloth against her heat, weighing my next move. When did looking into her eyes become this powerful?
I felt the clutch deep in my chest before it made its way to my bowels, where it sat heavy. Dammit, I can’t lie to her; when did that happen? Not that I had intentions of being dishonest, but some things I should protect her from, right? That’s what I’ve been trying to do for weeks now. But how could I know that the look in her eyes would defeat the purpose?
She looked so trusting as she waited for me to answer that I instinctively knew that if I lied to her now, it would become a nasty habit. If I could ignore that look of pure innocence and trust and lie to her, it’ll make me worse than my sister. What the hell is going on with me anyway?