Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 69775 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 349(@200wpm)___ 279(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69775 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 349(@200wpm)___ 279(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
“Well, shit.” I threw up my hands. “Nothing?”
“Nothing,” he said. “Dad’s been on the phone all day. I knew that there was a possibility that it was her, but since I was in surgery, I never got a chance to call you.”
“Great,” I sighed. “Now we’re never going to know anything. What about all that money?”
“It’s Dad’s, since they weren’t officially divorced,” he said. “Dad has access to all the money she’s hidden over the years that was in the States. But he’s going to have to work to get access to the stuff that’s in offshore accounts.”
“Damn,” I said. “What now?”
His eyes were excited when he said, “Now we get to live without fear of her showing up and ruining our lives.”
That was all that I’d ever wanted.
I pushed myself back into his arms and wrapped him up tight.
“I’m sorry, Boone.”
It was his mother after all.
“I’m not,” he admitted. “I feel like I’m free, Nettie. Finally free. Like my life is finally like it always should’ve been.”
I hummed and pressed a kiss to his chest.
For three months since Margie’s birth, we’d been waiting for the other shoe to drop.
Boone was always hesitant to let me leave alone with Margie because we were worried that Gail would show up out of nowhere and harm us.
But now that threat was gone.
We were truly and finally free.
Speaking of free…
“I have a babysitter.”
He froze. “Okay?”
“I want to try.”
He hesitated.
“I think I’m ready.”
We’d tried sex one other time, and it hadn’t gone well. I’d had to make him stop halfway into putting his cock inside of me.
It was embarrassing for me, uncomfortable for him, and slightly disheartening.
But today felt like my day.
Plus, with my sister here to watch my girl if she needed someone, it was the perfect time.
“Are you sure?” he asked.
I smiled. “Take me to bed.”
He didn’t ask me twice.
He took me to our bedroom and laid me down gently on the bed.
Neither one of us wasted time. We shed our clothes, and he was diving down between my thighs in the next breath.
He worked me up to a fever pitch, not stopping until I was a writhing mess on the bed.
When I was so desperate I’d do anything, he reversed our positions and put me on top.
From there, I slowly lowered myself onto him until he was sheathed all the way.
I felt full. So full.
But this time, there was no pain.
No lingering achiness.
It was all pleasure.
Which Boone must’ve read on my face.
“Oh, baby,” he said as he cupped my breasts.
He didn’t squeeze them, though. Nor did he play with my nipples.
We’d learned that lesson the hard way.
I was a very sensitive breast feeder.
All it took was a touch of my nipple, and I was letting down.
He just held them, offering support as I rode him into oblivion.
“Oh, yes,” he growled as I gained speed.
His eyes squeezed shut, and I saw his mouth moving.
Counting.
Trying to distract himself.
I threw my head back and laughed.
Then I climaxed.
He growled and followed right behind me, filling me up full.
When I opened my eyes again, it was to chaos.
“Um.” I hesitated at what I saw.
The entire bed was wet.
The walls were wet.
Boone was wet.
He had milk dripping from his face. His eyelashes. His hair.
“Oh my god,” I breathed.
He opened his mouth and licked his lips.
My breasts continued to spray the liquid gold everywhere.
“What do I do?” I asked.
He shook his head and blinked as milk sprayed him in the eye.
I reached for the pillow behind his head, watched his head flop back onto the mattress in surprise, and covered them.
We both stared into the aftermath.
Then we started laughing.
“We’ll plan better next time,” he promised.
I was so, so embarrassed.
That’d happened a time or two with Boone, but I think this particular embarrassment episode took the win.
My smile was huge as my cheeks flushed. “Sure, right. Like we’ve ever been able to plan anything when it comes to sex.”
His eyes sparkled. “There’s a first for everything.”
Twenty-Nine
Off to cause a kerfuffle.
—Nettie to Boone
Boone
I was nervous.
Really nervous.
I felt like I was about to puke, and if I wasn’t careful, I’d drop my own kid.
“My god, man,” Denver said. “Get it together.”
I looked over at Denver and sighed. “I can’t help it.”
“He’s like this at every one of her games,” Weaver supplied helpfully from the row in front of us. “I swear, it’s like the two of them share a brain. Look at her out there.”
Weaver would know. Every game that he was able to get to of Eddy’s, he went. It just so happened that fifty percent of those games coincided with my wife’s now.
It was her first official game back, and I was nervous for her.
Margie stirred from sleep against my chest and sat up, her face covered in wrinkle lines from my tee.
She blinked and looked around, surprise to find herself out in the open air.