A Sweet Spot For Love – Rock Falls Read Online Aliyah Burke

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Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 92167 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 461(@200wpm)___ 369(@250wpm)___ 307(@300wpm)
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After stopping for ice cream on the way home, Greer crashed in the back of his truck, which had a baby seat—just waiting for his newborn to arrive.

He woke Greer when they reached their house. She and Emma had moved in with him and his father weeks ago. When his father had had a heart attack. Emma said she would move in and everyone would keep an eye on him. Linc thought Greer was good for his father. She kept him active and didn’t let him wallow in his anger over being the burden he believed he was.

Emma’s house had gone up for sale and he refused to take any money. They put it into a college fund for Greer and their future children.

Yes, children. He wanted a passel of them with this woman. After sending Greer to clean up, he tracked down his wife. She reclined on the porch, seated in a chaise lounge. He braced a shoulder against the wall and stared at her.

Her beauty took his breath away. Hair unbound, it settled over her shoulders. Her dress was a pink and blue floral print with three-quarter sleeves. He dragged his gaze along her bare legs as she lay resting.

Hell, he’d painted her toenails two nights ago when she’d burst into tears that she couldn’t bend to get that done.

“Didn’t lying on this lounge get you in the position you’re in now?”

Her lips twitched but she didn’t open her eyes, just moved her hand along the swell of her belly that housed their child.

“Minding my own business before being invaded by a big head?” She tipped her head and looked at him. “Yes, that sounds familiar.”

He strolled toward her and bent to kiss her lips.

“Well, since you’re already carrying a big head, want another?”

“Behave yourself.”

He dodged her smack with ease before sitting by her head and letting her use his thigh as a pillow. “I’m trying, but I look at you, Freckles, and I’m horny. You’re absolutely glowing.”

“Sweat.”

“Beautiful carrying my child.”

“Fat and gassy.”

He laughed again. “Our daughter did well today.”

“And you? No cops coming by to take you down to jail?”

“One time, Freckles. That was one time.” Linc tugged on her hair. “Besides, he was a relatively well-behaved human today.”

She hummed. “Ana was there.”

“I kind of feel like I should defend all men at this juncture, since you’re implying that we’re unruly when our spouses aren’t with us.”

“But?”

“If I did that, you may think I actually like Carlos.”

“Heaven forbid you like Tio Carlos.”

He growled at her and tugged on her hair again. Her low moan kicked him square in the gut. Biting his lower lip, he reached out and rubbed her belly, lacing his darker hand with her pale one.

“How are you feeling, Freckles?”

“Like I’m carrying a soccer player. Or perhaps a basketball player.”

“Mitchell will be happy if it is.”

“I mean,” she sassed him, “I’m thrilled the men in my life are taking bets on what sport the children will play. Are you doing the same with their women?”

“Of course.”

“You sound positively offended I doubted that.”

He wrinkled up his nose. “Kind of am, Freckles. You should know us by now.”

She shrugged and nodded. “I know I must have been insane to think this was a good idea a second time.”

“A second time?”

“Pregnancy.”

“You, my love, are the most stunning pregnant woman I’ve ever seen. Don’t hate me for saying this but seeing you like this, carrying my child and glowing as you do, makes me feel all kinds of primitive and I want to keep you this way. I totally get the barefoot and pregnant statement.”

“Do you?” She sniffed, indignant. “Because to me, it sounds an awful lot like doghouse and couch sleeper.”

Point taken.

He pulled a necklace from between her breasts that had her wedding ring on it. The moment she’d started swelling, she’d told him she needed a chain for it. And he got her one. He kissed the back of her hand and nuzzled her chest. How could he not, it had grown spectacularly, and she nearly spilled out of the V-neck dress she was in.

“I love you, Freckles.” He kissed along the tops of her breasts.

“Linc.”

“Is that a reprimand, Freckles? Or a don’t-stop-do-it-some-more? Because I’m not entirely sure. To me it was a don’t-stop-do-it-some-more cry.”

Her response was to sink her hands in his hair.

Yeah, that’s what he thought.

Soon enough their son would be joining them and he couldn’t wait. Until then, he had a lovely wife, a fantastic daughter, and a life he didn’t think he would ever have. Talk about hitting the sweet spot.

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