Total pages in book: 98
Estimated words: 96833 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 484(@200wpm)___ 387(@250wpm)___ 323(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 96833 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 484(@200wpm)___ 387(@250wpm)___ 323(@300wpm)
There were too many unknowns. Too many risks. Would his child with Britney be an everyday reminder of how much he loved her? Would whatever he felt for me pale in comparison? Would the stress of raising a baby put a damper on the love fog we’d been in? Would it change everything? The bottom line was, Sig would always be the baby’s father. But if he and I didn’t work out, I could break this child’s heart. It wasn’t fair. I was too scared to risk hurting this tiny soul, who meant more to me than anything in the world. We were too close to the end to ignore the inevitable any longer.
“When you were talking to my parents earlier, you alluded to going back to the US,” Sig said, as if he could sense the turmoil in my mind. “Is that why you’ve been different? Have you been afraid to tell me that’s what you’ve decided?”
That wasn’t exactly what had been eating at me. But now that we were on the topic, I wasn’t going to run away. “I do think it’s best if I go back, that I don’t get attached to the baby when its born. That I leave after.”
Silence filled the room.
“You’re sure…” he finally said, his tone filled with disappointment.
“No, I’m not,” I admitted. “But as a wise and old man once told me, ‘Sometimes you have to wager your best guess on the decisions you make, even if it doesn’t feel a hundred-percent comfortable.’ If I don’t make this decision now, it’s only going to get harder. My leaving was always the original plan, right?”
Sig was quiet for a few moments before he answered. “I’ve always said you need to do what’s best for you. I will love and respect you forever, no matter what you decide. But I’m not going to pretend that losing you is something I can easily handle. I promise to support any choice you make despite that.” He paused. “Under one condition.”
“What?”
“Let me have this last month. Don’t distance yourself from me because you’re planning to leave. I need this time with you.” He tightened his grip around me. “Please.”
His request warmed me inside, and also made me uneasy. But there was only one answer, despite my mixed feelings. “Okay. I promise.”
I turned to look at him and immediately regretted it. His eyes were red, like he was trying not to cry. My heart broke, because leaving England went against everything I truly wanted.
After we left the bath, Sig followed me into my room. There was no discussion about where he’d be sleeping tonight; he wasn’t leaving my side. As painful as this day had been, the ache between my legs couldn’t be tamed. I let my towel drop to the floor.
The desire in his hooded eyes grew by the second as he looked me over. “Fuck, you’re even more beautiful.”
He let his own towel fall, and his rigid dick bobbed, growing wet at the tip with arousal.
I lay down, and he crawled over to join me on the bed, positioning himself behind me and wrapping his arms around my waist. I felt the heat of his cock pressed against my ass.
He spoke low against my back. “If you’re not in the mood to fuck, we don’t have to.”
Instead of responding verbally, I reached down and under, wrapping my hand around his shaft and guiding him inside me, showing him exactly what I was in the mood for tonight.
He groaned as he sank into me. “You knew what I needed, didn’t you?”
“I need it, too,” I panted, pushing my ass against him.
He gripped me possessively, as if he never wanted to let go. “I feel like it’s been years,” he muttered. “How the fuck do you feel even better than before?”
I had to agree. It felt better than ever for me, too. Maybe because it had been so long. Or maybe because through each powerful movement, I could feel his desperation as he filled me completely.
Sig’s teeth grazed my shoulder, his body rocking against mine. As his breathing quickened, I lost control, my muscles spasming around his cock. His stomach tightened behind me as a deep groan escaped him, his hot cum spilling into me.
Sig stayed inside of me long after we’d finished, holding me and kissing my back, repeating over and over in different ways how beautiful I was. I’d never felt safer, more cherished. It made me doubt everything I’d supposedly decided earlier about leaving him. Planning to go back to my life was sensible in theory, but my heart would always be here…with them.
After he finally pulled out, I turned to face him. Before I could say anything, he leaned in to kiss me. Running my index finger along his beautifully angular chin, I said, “You know, the weekend Phil and Kate came to visit my dad, when I first offered to be the surrogate, I was supposed to have been away in New Hampshire with my friend Allison.”