Total pages in book: 39
Estimated words: 36689 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 183(@200wpm)___ 147(@250wpm)___ 122(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 36689 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 183(@200wpm)___ 147(@250wpm)___ 122(@300wpm)
He pats the pocket of his clothing and pulls out a ring box. He opens it to reveal a small engagement ring with a heart-shaped emerald. “Mira Moore-Brewer, would you make me the happiest man on earth and promise to stay married to me forever?”
My heart swells, and tears leak from my eyes as I tell him yes over and over again. He’s my perfect groom, and he’s made me the happiest woman on earth.
Chapter 15
Cord
“I’m home,” I call out as I enter my cabin. I smile at the blanket thrown casually on the couch and the new pillows with some type of sassy saying on them. I nearly trip over a collection of dog toys that are strewn about the hardwood floors, which are now covered in a braided oval rug.
Ever since Mira moved in two weeks ago, she’s made this place feel like a home. We still split our time between Asheville and Courage County, but she tells me that one day soon she’d like to make the move here permanent. She says this is the place where she wants to raise her kids, which drives me crazy. Every time she starts talking about the babies she wants to have, I end up inside of her. I can’t wait to see her grow round with my child. At this point, I’m starting to think that half the reason she brings up her desire to start a family is so she can end up pinned under my body and writhing.
“In here,” Mira calls, and I follow the sound of her voice to the kitchen. The air smells delicious as usual. Molly and Milo are at her feet, licking their lips and begging for whatever scraps she’s willing to throw their way.
I lift the lid to the slow cooker and take an appreciative sniff. This woman loves to cook. Doesn’t matter if it’s for humans or her dogs.
“Smells so good,” I tell her.
She looks at me from where she’s standing at the stove, stirring a pot of stew. “Get away from that. It’s for the babies. Our food is over here.”
I love the way she calls our dogs the babies. It always makes me smile to have her here, turning this lonely cabin into a real family home.
“Is your dad coming by for dinner?” He stops over at least once a week for dinner, depending on his schedule. When we’re in Asheville, he usually has us over to his place for a meal.
He’s a cool dude, and I get why Mira chose him for a business partner. Beyond being her dad, he’s got a head for business like I’ve never seen. He has the perfect blend of experience and honed instinct. It makes me curious to see what Mira will be like in the years to come.
“Come here and test this for me,” she says and holds out a spoon.
I stride across the kitchen, waiting patiently as she blows on the food before offering me a bite. I take it, nodding my approval.
She beams. “Who knew that all those years of cooking for the dogs would also make me good at cooking for my husband?”
“You look beautiful tonight,” I tell her as I slide my arms around her. I knead and squeeze her through her clothes, my hand going to squeeze the round, fullness of one of her tits. She’s got an amazing set, and I love playing with them. Holy shit, she’s not wearing a bra under here. I know it when I feel her nipple through the thin material of her tank top.
“Aren’t you hungry?” She asks, but she doesn’t sound frustrated or even curious.
“Very hungry,” I tell her, tweaking her nipple which results in a moan as she hurries to turn off the stove burner.
I pull off the strap of her tank top, baring her shoulder so I can press a soft kiss to her skin. I love the way she smells like sunshine and something floral. Not sure the exact scent. I only know that it smells like my wife.
“We need to eat dinner first.”
She moans when I reach under the shirt to cup her breast. I love watching them when I thrust into her. Last week, I bent her over in the bathroom just so she could see them jiggle in the mirror while I took her from behind. She came so hard on my cock that I swear we both blacked out for a solid five hours.
“I already know what I want to eat,” I answer as I skim my fingertips across her velvet thighs until I find her panties. They’re wet, and my cock hardens even more in my blue jeans.
Her head falls back against my shoulder when I cup her sex, and her eyelids flutter closed. I still don’t know how a rough cowboy like me got so lucky to have Mira as his wife.