Total pages in book: 150
Estimated words: 142818 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 714(@200wpm)___ 571(@250wpm)___ 476(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 142818 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 714(@200wpm)___ 571(@250wpm)___ 476(@300wpm)
“Yeah, my bad girl is ready for me,” he rasped, using his feet to kick my legs out wider, to press me farther down so I was more exposed to him.
Elden grasped my hips, pressing against my entrance.
“Can finally fuck you when and where I want,” he murmured, teasing me with his cock. “I can finally make you scream.” He fisted my hair in his hand, pulling it slightly. “Hold the fuck on, baby.”
I did as he asked and held the fuck on. Then he plunged into me with beautiful brutality.
And he did make me scream.
Chapter Twenty-Three
“Your mom is arriving in about an hour, so we should probably get dressed,” Elden said.
We were naked on the sofa. In the middle of the day. In our house.
It felt wild, weird and wonderful all at once.
“My mom is arriving?” I asked lazily, coming back down to earth.
“You’re going shopping.” Elden drew circles on my shoulder.
“For what?” I asked, repositioning myself so I could look at him.
He shrugged. “Whatever the fuck it is women shop for when they’re decorating a new house.”
I grinned, forcing myself up even though I could’ve stayed there for hours. “Well, then we could be gone for hours. Especially since there’s a lot of baby stuff to buy.”
We both got dressed, then Elden got his wallet from the pocket of his jeans, handing me a card.
I frowned down at it. “What’s this?”
“For shopping,” Elden jostled the card.
“I have a card for shopping,” I informed him. “My mom also has a card that she will fight me to use, especially if it is anything baby related.”
“Take the card, Violet,” Elden demanded.
I finished buttoning my shirt. “I don’t need your card.”
His expression darkened. “Yes, you fuckin’ do. You’re shopping for our home, our baby. And I’m not lettin’ you or your mother pay for it.”
“Because you have to take over the financial responsibility of the house?” I glowered at him, not restraining the warning in my tone.
He did not get the warning in my tone. “Yep,” He turned to head toward the kitchen as if the discussion was over.
“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” I snapped, getting ready to go to battle on this.
Elden stopped walking, turning to me with a calm, level gaze. “Besides my bike, I haven’t had anything to my name in decades. Despite what I did to them, my parents left everything to me,” he widened his stance. “It was all mine when I got out of prison. Didn’t want it. They left it to their son… I wasn’t him.”
My heart quieted, the fury in my veins dissipating completely.
“Haven’t touched it in years,” he continued. “I probably should’ve donated it or some shit.” He shrugged. “Held onto the thought I might meet a woman who made me feel like the man my parents would be proud to see. Granted, they wouldn’t be proud to see me wearin’ in a patch in an outlaw motorcycle club.”
His tone was solemn, his gaze heavy. The words tore at my soul.
“But,” he stepped forward. “They’d be proud to see the woman I found. The woman that I’m nowhere near worthy of but will fight for every day.” He cupped my stomach. “They’d be proud that they’re getting a grandchild. And they’d sure as fuck want their money to go toward building a home, a life for my woman and child.”
I fought against the lump in my throat.
“So you gonna take the fuckin’ card?” Elden asked.
I nodded, taking it.
“Good,” he murmured, kissing my head then stepping back so I could slip the card into my purse.
“The bed.” He pointed to the master bedroom. “It’s new. Your mother picked it.”
“Okay?” I questioned why he was telling me the bed was new. It was an abrupt change in subject. I guessed Elden didn’t want to linger in the past for long. I understood that. If only I could escape mine sticking to my shadow.
“Because the last bed…” he trailed off.
“My mom and stepfather used it,” I deduced, feeling kind of icky yet also amused.
He nodded. “We don’t have to use that room if you don’t want to.”
I rolled my eyes. “Oh my god, we’re using the room.”
“We can sleep somewhere else, while we wait.”
“First, I don’t want to sleep somewhere else, I love it here,” I told him sincerely. “And secondly, what are we waiting for?”
“For you to design our house,” Elden said.
I went back on one foot, that’s how hard his words hit me.
“Excuse m-me?” I stuttered.
“Bought us some land,” he said as if it were no big deal. “We sign the papers next week. It was supposed to be a surprise for your birthday, not an actual present, though. Sariah would skin me alive if I didn’t spoil you with one of her many suggestions.”
I might’ve smiled at that if it weren’t for the current circumstances. “You bought us land?” I repeated.