Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 23292 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 116(@200wpm)___ 93(@250wpm)___ 78(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23292 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 116(@200wpm)___ 93(@250wpm)___ 78(@300wpm)
My arms go around her back, and I pull her to me so there’s not an inch of space between us. We’re panting, and I’m dizzy from how hard I got off, but after a moment Zelly starts to giggle.
“What’s so funny?” I ask while kissing her cheeks and lips and everything else I can reach.
“I never thought I’d lose my virginity in a car parked outside the courthouse.” She giggles again, and I can’t help but laugh with her.
“It’s okay, we can go home and have a do-over.”
“You promise?” She wiggles her eyebrows the same way I do when I’m playing with her.
“Abso-fucking-lutely.” Holding her face in both my hands, I kiss her again because I can’t stop. “I’ve got a surprise for you when we get there.”
“A surprise?” Seeing her look of excitement makes me want to surprise her every day. I think I can manage that.
“Don’t worry, I didn’t bake it myself. But every bride deserves a wedding cake.”
“As long as we can eat it in bed.” She’s the one to kiss me this time, and I love how bold she is with her love.
“Deal,” I agree, and we seal it with a kiss.
Chapter Seventeen
ZELLY
“Beautiful, what the hell are you doing?”
“Quantum physics.” I peek over my shoulder to see my handsome husband standing behind me before he walks over and smacks me on my ass. I guess that’s understandable because it’s sticking up in the air, and I was being a smartass. When I reach over to grab another tomato, I pretend to be annoyed. “Hey,” I huff, and then I feel his hand rub the spot, and I smile. Flynn is always touching me if I’m within arm’s reach.
“It’s too hot out here,” he says before offering me his hand.
I toss the tomatoes I collected into my basket before I take it and he pulls me up to my feet.
“I’m fine. That’s why I came out so early.”
“I don’t like waking up and not finding my wife in bed.” A pout forms on his lips, and it’s kind of adorable. The way he always wants to be near me never gets old.
“Miss me?” I tease, and he answers with a kiss.
“How are my girls?” Flynn rubs his hand across my small baby bump.
“Craving tomatoes. That’s how we’re doing.”
“Let’s get you cleaned up and I’ll cut you some.” He doesn’t give me much of a choice because he scoops me up his arms after he snags my basket off the ground.
“I’m not the dirty one.” I kiss up his neck to his ear. “But I can be if you want.” I nip his ear, making him let out a low groan, and that one sound can light up my whole body.
My husband always makes me feel like I’m the sexiest, most beautiful creature in the whole world. He’s managed to heal me in ways I didn’t know I needed.
“Shit.” He stops walking, and I lift my head to see what he’s talking about. When I see my mother’s car in the driveway, a knot forms in my stomach. “What do you want to do?”
“I’ll talk to her,” I say as I wiggle for Flynn to put me down. He reluctantly does but keeps me pressed snuggly to him.
It's been strange not having my mom in my life for the past few months. I used to see her every day, but I needed time away. When I get closer, she steps out of the car, and seeing her brings a rush of emotions back. I’ve missed her.
“I was hoping we could talk,” she says.
“Sure,” I quickly agree and walk toward the front door. “I’ll make some tea.”
“That sounds lovely.” She glances around, taking in the house, and her eyes move over to the garden. “It’s beautiful.” She smiles. “This place was made for you.”
“I love it here,” I agree. I couldn’t have dreamed this up. Thankfully, my husband knows me better than I do myself at times.
“How long have you been working on this place?” she asks Flynn.
“I bought it a few years ago,” he says before holding the door open for us.
“You made it for her.” I’m surprised when her eyes start to water. My mother never cries; she’s always put together.
“I knew if I wanted to keep her, I’d need a garden she couldn’t resist,” Flynn says playfully, not holding a grudge.
“A kitchen too,” Mom adds when she steps into ours. “You really went all out.”
“When it comes to Zelly, I’ll do whatever I have to.”
“I believe you.” Mom tucks a piece of hair behind her ear, and I can tell she’s nervous. “I owe you both an apology. It’s clear you’re nothing like your father.”
“He’s not,” I say, taking Flynn’s hand.
“I know, and I truly am sorry that I judged you for something you have no control over. I was scared. It’s why I started to rush for Zelly to find a match. I knew you wanted to marry her, and we all knew she’s been in love with you for years. I thought I was keeping her safe, but all I did in the end was hurt her. I know I can be overbearing, but I love you, Zelly. You’re my little girl.” A tear slips down her cheek.