Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 90951 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 455(@200wpm)___ 364(@250wpm)___ 303(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90951 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 455(@200wpm)___ 364(@250wpm)___ 303(@300wpm)
Silly woman! But by the time she realizes how gross that is, it will be too late. Mwuahahaha!
Anyway, Shelby is dropping me off at Cris’s on her way to work tonight, and Cris will bring me home Tuesday morning. So, I’ll see you gorgeous people then!
Don’t be good while I’m gone, okay? Not even a little bit. I MEAN IT. I expect you two to be banging like bunnies by the time I get back. The sexual tension has seriously gotten to be too much, guys. It’s getting hard to breathe when you’re both in the same room at the same time.
Just fuck and fall in love and get it over with already.
Or at least the first part.
Sex is good for your mental health, and who needs solid mental health more than two people about to be parents for the first time? Additionally, you have a moral obligation to fornicate for all of us who are currently too broken to partake in amorous congress.*
Love,
Clover
*Which reminds me, Cris is taking me to the bookstore tomorrow to buy more historical romances. Let me know if you want me to grab anything for you guys while I’m there. And don’t be mad at me, okay? You know I love you both. I just want you to be happy, and I think you’ll be happiest together.
Beatrice finishes reading the note aloud, her voice hitching on the last line.
She lifts her gaze to mine, an unspoken question in her eyes.
“We’ll text her first thing in the morning to tell her how right she is,” I say, threading my fingers through hers. “She might be asleep now, and I think she’d want us to focus on each other.”
“On each other and amorous congress?” she asks, swaying closer.
“The most amorous,” I agree.
And then I kiss her, and we’re done talking.
Her vest falls to the ground in the entryway.
Her dress joins it in the hall.
She tugs my shirt over my head at the door to her bedroom, and I pop the front clasp on her bra, setting her breasts free. The sight of her nipples already tight and flushed, begging for my mouth, is almost more than I can handle.
My hands shake as I drop to one knee by the bed, reaching for her boot.
“You okay?” she asks as I rip open the Velcro.
“Shouldn’t I be the one asking that?” I drag her sock down, careful of the bandage on her foot. “How’s this feeling?”
“It barely hurts at all anymore,” she says, her breath coming faster as I dispose of her other sock and rub my thumbs into the swollen flesh around her ankles. “God, that feels good.”
“You want a foot rub instead? We don’t have to have amorous congress.” I fight to keep a straight face as she shoots a glare my way.
“Are you kidding me?”
“How about a foot rub first, then?” I ask, still kneading at her puffy skin. “It feels like you’re suffering, baby.”
“If you think that’s suffering, you should feel my pussy,” she says, gripping my arms. “Seriously, you should. Right now.”
She tugs me back onto the bed, and I let her, laughing as she pinches my arm, telling me what a jerk I am. But then she’s kissing me again, and all I can think about is how perfect she feels. How soft and warm and mine.
Finally, mine.
“Checkers is out of his fucking mind,” I murmur between kisses. “Look at how sexy you are.”
“You really think so?”
“Of course, I do.” I cup her belly, skimming my palm over the firm roundness, where our baby is growing stronger every day, before gliding my hand up to cup her breast. “I swear to God, woman, I think I’m even hotter for you like this. One look at this belly, these gorgeous breasts.” I drag my thumb over her tight peak, making her suck in a breath.
She hooks one leg over both of mine as we lie on our sides, face-to-face, urging me as close as we can get with the baby between us. “But do you think…”
“Do I think?” I prompt after a beat, circling her other nipple.
She bites her lip, a slightly tortured expression on her face as she whispers, “It’s hard to think when you’re touching me like that, but don’t stop. I love the way you touch me, Blue. I love it so much.”
“And I love touching you,” I murmur, my cock about to burst through my zipper. “So that works out.”
“It really does,” she agrees, moaning as I abandon her breast, palm skimming down again, aiming for where I know she needs me. But before I can reach the waistband of her black panties, she grips my wrist, her gaze flying to meet mine. “I remember what I was going to ask you.”
“What’s that?”
“Maybe you only think I’m sexy because you’re the father,” she says. “Because you know you’re the man who fucked me bare, came inside me, and set this whole transformation in motion.”