Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 81504 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 408(@200wpm)___ 326(@250wpm)___ 272(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81504 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 408(@200wpm)___ 326(@250wpm)___ 272(@300wpm)
“There’s a shortage of perfect breasts in the world,” I mutter.
She grins. “The Princess Bride! Tully!”
I chuckle, and reach for her, dragging her onto my lap. She nestles in like she was created to fit there.
She pouts a little. “I suppose I didn’t earn a spanking, then? Did I behave well enough for you, hmm?”
I lift her robe and pinch her bottom. She squeals. “You were a very well-behaved lass. This time.”
Resting her head on my chest, she sighs. “There’s a lot to think about.”
I hold her to me. “Aye, lass. There is. For now, let’s get ready to meet your mum.”
She moves a little closer to me, as if she wants to be held even tighter. To my surprise, her voice is husky with arousal when she whispers, “Oh?” She swallows hard. “Don’t we have a little… time?”
I roll over on the couch and nestle her onto the pillows.
“Oh, we have time.”
* * *
Chapter 12
McKenna
When Tully fucks, he fucks hard.
What Tully wants, Tully gets.
I’ve been spanked and punished, tied up, plugged, caned, and fingered. He’s fucked my pussy with his fingers, his tongue, and his seriously magnificent cock over, and over, and over again.
But this… this sweet, sultry seduction is a sort of make-up sex just minutes after we discover we’ve conceived… damn if I don’t love every damn minute.
He leans me back and feathers kisses all over my forehead, my temple and my cheeks, like he’s worshipping me with his lips. Slowly, he carefully removes my robe as if he’s unwrapping a precious jewel from its wrappings. I shiver when cool air graces my naked skin, but soon the warmth of his body’s over mine.
“No condoms now,” he whispers in my ear. I shiver in delight.
“No condoms.”
He parts my legs and fingers me until I’m keening with need and panting hard, then he pushes down his pajama bottoms and grabs his hard cock. He glides between my folds, teasing me until my hips jerk, I’m that eager for his cock.
“Please, Tully. Fuck me.”
Holding my gaze, he enters me in one firm, perfect push, and the breath whooshes out of my lungs. He’s so perfect.
“Oh, God,” I groan, as I wrap my legs around him and he holds me to his chest. Slowly, with careful deliberation, he strokes in and out. It’s so unlike our hard or passioned lovemaking that it makes my throat tighten. There’s a sweetness about making love to Tully I want to savor.
His broad shoulders, his powerful form, held at bay on purpose. It takes a strong, dominant man to fuck a woman boneless. It takes a gentleman to make love. Tully’s both.
I clench around him, panting, as he works a rhythm of perfection, frissons and zings of arousal skating through me, until I’m so close I can taste it.
“Tully,” I pant.
“McKenna.” His voice is deep and guttural, affected. I hold my breath, and with one final stroke, I shatter. Pleasure bursts through me, and I moan as I climax, his own groans of pleasure filling the room.
“Fucking gorgeous,” he says, kissing my cheek. I smile softly to myself. He’s gentler now that he knows I have a baby.
Still.
I was hesitant even being in this house, even being a woman of the Clan on the periphery. I can’t imagine what it would be like… to really be owned by him. To really belong here. And though it appeals to me on the deepest, most basic level, the part of my innate humanity that longs for human companionship and a sense of belonging… it’s hard for me to reconcile. For there is no turning back after this. None.
And can I really imagine myself spending the rest of my life with a man like Tully?
I watch as he cleans us up, all traces of anger gone from his face.
He’ll be a good father. Won’t he?
I can’t really think of all this now. It’s hard to. I have a job, a humble place of my own. And moreover, I have goals, and dreams, ambitions.
My plans don’t include a child.
But I can already see him, nestling our child up to his bare chest, all tatted and rough and gruff, but soft and gentle as he holds our child. I feel myself melt a little.
A child born here, though… to this family… would have cousins and aunts and uncles and grandparents.
Sigh.
A mild wave of nausea hits, but the medicine Sebastian gave me has helped so much, I can actually get ready for the day. He joins me in the shower, but we’re sex-sated for now, so we only wash and quickly get dressed. Still, he takes his time, rinsing the suds from my body. Towel-drying me. He bends and kisses my gently-rounded belly with a sort of reverence that makes my heart squeeze.
There’s a driver picking Mum up, and we’ll meet her downstairs in half an hour.