Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 22143 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 111(@200wpm)___ 89(@250wpm)___ 74(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22143 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 111(@200wpm)___ 89(@250wpm)___ 74(@300wpm)
Tonight isn't that far away since it’s already past noon. “I would say let me soak in the tub and cook us dinner, but I hate to tell you—”
“You suck at cooking. I know,” he chuckles.
“How do you know?” I slap his chest. I must get it from my mother because I’ve never seen her cook a day in my life. I’ve tried to cook a few times but failed at it. Maybe now that I have someone to cook for I could give it a shot again. Back then I didn't care if I could cook, but now I do.
“I know everything about you.”
“Wyatt Carmichael knows everything about everything,” I smart off before trying to hop from his lap, only he’s still got a hold on me.
“I don’t know where you’re think you’re going right now.” His warning tone is laced with good humor. This is my body's favorite thing as everything inside me lights up with excitement.
“You told me to take a bath.” I make a show of smelling myself.
“You smell like us mixed together. As much as I hate for you to wash it off, your tender pussy needs a nice long soak. Come on.”
He carries me through the house and up the stairs into the bathroom. He places me on the counter and I watch him draw a bath for me, even putting salts and bubbles in for me.
“This should help. Soak and enjoy yourself. I’ll be in my office unless you want me to stay.”
“You’d stay and watch me lie in a tub?” I lift an eyebrow at him.
“You think I’d rather work over watching my wife naked in a tub? I only offered to go to my office so I can control myself from taking you again.”
He moves between my legs and his big size makes them spread wide. I tilt my head back to look up at him and he gives me a kiss. I didn't know I was so hungry for sweet affection until he gave it to me.
“I’d undress you but—” He sighs as he lifts his hand and takes a step away from me. I debate letting my robe fall off me, but I don’t want to torture my husband. He’s waited long enough to have me.
“I think I can manage,” I say, hopping off the counter.
“Love you,” he tells me before giving me another quick kiss and leaving the bathroom.
I don't know how long I soak in the bath, but I get up sooner than I probably should. My mind won’t stop working and I’m full of excited need.
When Wyatt is near I forget about everything else and it’s only him and me. I know there is a whole world out there and even though he might have built a giant wall around this perfect home, everyone is still on the other side of it.
I pull myself from the tub and grab a towel. After I get out I go to the closet and get dressed. I want to go see my father, but I’m not sure how that will turn out. The man has to be blowing up my phone at this point, but Wyatt has done something to it. Maybe it stopped getting calls. Hell, I don't know where the thing is and I don’t know if I want to find it either.
I’m not going to stay locked away like I did before. I’m ready to take a stand.
9
Wyatt
I smile when I see her walk into my office and come right to me.
“That wasn’t a long enough bath,” I say as she sits down in my lap.
“Do you have my phone?” she asks, and when I look into her emerald eyes I see she’s got her mind made up.
“You want to talk to him, don’t you?” I ask, and she nods.
Shit. I’ve wanted to keep this pain from her, but I know it’s something that she needs to face. I open my desk drawer and take her phone out. It’s turned off, but I knew it was a matter of time before we needed to set things straight. I’m not worried that we’ll end up right back here and in our bubble of love, but I wish there was a way I could protect her from the hurt I know her family is going to inflict. They will never give her what she needs. They don’t deserve her.
“And you know I’m going with you, right?”
“I was hoping you’d say that,” she says, reaching out and touching my face.
“Princess, nothing could keep me away.”
I stand up with her in my arms and carry her to the front of the house. We grab our coats and then go out to the garage and she begs me to take the truck.
“We’re not going far. It should be okay to make the trip,” I say.