Total pages in book: 100
Estimated words: 94513 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 473(@200wpm)___ 378(@250wpm)___ 315(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94513 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 473(@200wpm)___ 378(@250wpm)___ 315(@300wpm)
I pulled her tight against me and picked her up so I could bury my face in her hair. The round hard bump of her stomach no longer made me feel guilty. She was mine. They both were- her and the baby. And I had to believe that Crosby would have wanted this. Loving her I understood now that love wasn’t a selfish emotion. More than anything I wanted her happy and taken care of. I would do everything in my power to make sure she always had what she needed, wanted, even the things she didn’t know to fucking want. If Crosby had felt for her what I did, then I knew he wouldn’t see this as betrayal. His soul would be at rest because she was loved. No, she was fucking adored. And his son would be too.
“I need you naked, pretty girl and bent over the desk,” I said against her ear.
The way her body shivered from my words only stroked the possessive beast in my chest making him even more fierce.
“In here?” she asked, pulling back to gaze up at me.
I nodded. “I figure we should christen the place before and after you gut the room and redecorate it the way you want it.”
Her eyes widened. “What?”
I lowered her back to her feet. “This is your office now. The shit in here has to go and you will need to pick out new furniture and even a paint color. I want it to look and smell like yours.”
She stepped back slowly scanning the room as if seeing it for the first time. “Really?” she breathed sounding amazed.
“Mmmhmm,” I replied reaching for the hem of her shirt and pulling it up. “Strip. I need to see my cum leaking from your cunt.”
She turned back to me and smiled. “You saw that this morning.”
“Yeah, and I want to see it again,” I replied.
Since my results had come back clear I’d been unable to go very long without sinking inside her bare. It was the kind of nirvana that made a man crazy. I was addicted and happy about it.
She took the shirt from my hand and finished removing it then dropped it on the floor before starting on her bra. I stood transfixed while she slid it off her arms then tossed it away. She was a fucking goddess with a sweet smile that made me weak.
“I’m the only one undressing,” she pointed out.
“And you’re doing an excellent job, pretty girl. Keep going.”
The laughter that fell from her luscious mouth wrapped around my heart soaking into my soul.
Epilogue
Halo
Four Months Later…
I pulled on the fluffy pink robe that Bane had bought me weeks ago then tied it just above my stomach before opening our bedroom door and stepping out. He hadn’t been in bed when I woke up from my nap. We’d had afternoon sex then he’d held me while I had dozed off. My little guy was keeping me up at nights kicking and pushing on my ribs. I’d been napping midafternoon daily over the past month because of it.
My steps faltered as my stomach dropped. The bedroom door that had belonged to Crosby was open and worse -the lights were on. Who had gone in there? Bane didn’t want that room touched. One night months ago while we laid in bed he had talked about it. How he couldn’t bring himself to go in there or touch anything.
I was torn between yelling at whoever was in there to get out and also worried for their life.
Taking a step closer I saw a small portion inside and paused. Crosby’s room was light blue? That was an interesting choice. Curiosity to see more had me moving another step closer. Bane wouldn’t want the door opened or the lights on. I should tell whoever it was to get out now instead of trying to peek inside.
Before I could do either of those things, Bane filled the doorway. Startled I jumped back like I’d been caught doing something wrong. Maybe I had. I wasn’t sure. The smile that slowly formed on his face was not what I had expected. He was in Crosby’s room and he was… happy about it?
“There’s my sleeping beauty,” he drawled then held out his hand toward me. “Come here.”
I looked at his hand, then his face, then past him into the room. Was this a weird pregnancy dream? Because if we were about to have sex in Crosby’s room then my hormones had taken it a step too far. I’d already dreamed about having sex with him in public and out at the pool with an audience. That was bad enough.
I shook my head.
Bane raised an eyebrow. “No?”
“You don’t want anyone in that room,” I told him or my subconscious. Whichever it was, both needed to be informed that the room was off limits.