Total pages in book: 17
Estimated words: 15776 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 79(@200wpm)___ 63(@250wpm)___ 53(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 15776 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 79(@200wpm)___ 63(@250wpm)___ 53(@300wpm)
“I’m going to breed this pussy and tie you to me forever,” he growls, continuing to thrust into me. There is nothing but pleasure this time. He owns me, body and soul. Nothing has ever felt so right as it does when he’s inside me.
“Too late,” I moan without thinking. He pauses, looking down at me. In a panic, I open my eyes and stare at him.
“What angel?” he asks, his fingers caressing my cheek.
“I’m already pregnant,” I mewl, needing him to move more than I need my next breath.
“Are you telling me I knocked you up on our first try?” I can hear the awe in his voice.
“Yes,” I whisper. I can see it in his eyes the second he realizes I’ve been keeping this from him. They darken for a split second.
“Were you ever going to tell me?” he asks harshly. His cock is still hard inside of me. My pussy clenches around him and he growls. “Don’t tease me, angel. Answer me.” He moves to pull out of me, but I wrap my legs around his waist tighter.
“Yes. I swear I was. Don’t be mad at me,” I say, tears threatening to spill.
“Ah, shit. Don’t cry, Millie baby. I’m not mad,” he says blessedly thrusting into me again. He’s not gentle, not that I want him to be. The scrapping of the wood on the floor is loud but it’s music to my ears.
Once I come, he does too. We leave my office hand in hand and drive to the airport. Round two was the mile-high club, rounds three and four took place in his bed. I’m sore everywhere, but it was worth it. I’m lying on his chest, ready to go again when he asks me the inevitable question about our baby.
“When did you find out?”
“Two weeks ago,” I tell him. He’s running his fingers over my back in lazy circles. I love it. “Are you sure you’re not mad? I should have told you I was a virgin and that I wasn’t on the pill. It was just supposed to be one night.”
“It stopped being one night when I popped your cherry, angel. You were mine before that, but after that, there would never, could never be anyone for me but you.”
“Me either. I was scared. So scared. I was half in love with you when we went out to lunch, but by the time I left your apartment, I was so far gone, that I didn’t know what to do.”
“You love me?” he asks, his fingers pausing. I lift my head in order to look at him.
“Yes. I love you; I don’t expect…” I begin but he cuts me off with a kiss.
“I love you too,” he says when he releases my lips. I kiss him again. “So fucking much. I was lost without you. Nothing had any fucking meaning anymore. I had to find you.”
“How did you find me? Did Gladis tell you?”
“No, I have other methods, my love.”
“I bet you do,” I say placing light kisses all over his chest after unbuttoning his shirt. “This is new.” I run my fingers over the one and only tattoo on his chest. My name is perfectly placed over his heart.
“I couldn't live without you. You dug your way into my soul just like any good angel would do. Marry me and make me the happiest man on Earth.”
What? We barely know each other. Earth-shattering sex and a baby do not make a good, lasting marriage. Do they? My mind is going a thousand miles per hour when he grabs my chin, forcing me to look at him.
God, I love him.
chapter twelve
Malcolm
I am lying here, holding the woman I love in my arms after reminding her about the magic we shared. I am over the moon to find out she is pregnant with my child. It worked the first fucking time. Now, I am feeling a little deflated while she stares at me concerned and once again closed back up. “Angel, I asked you to marry me.” She is biting her lip looking on the verge of tears and I don't get it.
“I know. I know you did, Malcolm, I just…I don't think I can.” What?
“You don’t think you can what, baby?”
“Marry you. At least not right now.” Bullshit.
“Why not?” She takes a deep breath and stands from the bed, body pink and sweaty from hours of rolling around with me, crying and screaming my name. I should be paying attention, mind on what she is going to say, but fuck, she is standing in front of me naked, carrying my baby in her belly, my come dripping down her thighs. Yeah. Okay. I am only a man.
“Eyes up here big boy.” When I look up, she is smirking at me, which feels much better than the worry she had a minute ago, but something is still shading the elation we should be feeling.