Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 43456 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 217(@200wpm)___ 174(@250wpm)___ 145(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 43456 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 217(@200wpm)___ 174(@250wpm)___ 145(@300wpm)
I spun her around, my mouth crushing hers as I lifted her onto the bathroom counter. Her legs wrapped around my waist, pulling me close, and my hands roamed every soft, perfect curve. I stripped her slowly, making sure to taste and tease every inch of exposed skin until she was trembling beneath me and begging for more.
“You drive me fucking wild, baby.” I bit lightly at the swell of her breast. “Always so beautiful, and always mine.”
“Yes,” she gasped, arching toward me. “Always yours.”
I took her right there, her legs locked around me as I sank into her, hard and possessive. She screamed my name, the sound echoing off the bathroom walls as I fucked her deep, claiming her all over again until she shattered around me, over and over, pleading for release as I pushed her higher each time.
“Again,” I demanded, growling into her neck as I slammed home. “Scream for me.”
She clenched tight around me as she screamed, dragging me over the edge with her.
Afterward, we lay tangled in bed, her head on my chest, both of us breathing hard. “Manly enough for you?”
She laughed, soft and sweet, settling deeper into my arms. “I love all of you, Keegan. The badass, sexy-as-heck biker.”
My lips curved into a smirk.
“And the emotional soon-to-be daddy who cried when he saw our baby for the first time.”
I smacked her ass and rolled her under me. “Gonna pay for that, little dove.”
When she was once again wrecked and collapsed on my chest, I felt her smile against my skin, her voice drowsy but teasing. “You definitely made your point.”
I chuckled softly, pressing a kiss to her hair. “Good. Hate repeating myself.”
Linden snorted. “You certainly make me do it often enough.”
A grin sliced across my face, thinking about all the times I made her tell me she was mine or scream my name while I fucked her senseless. “Complaining?”
She giggled again. “Absolutely not. But I do like it when you repeat one thing…”
Her head lifted, and she gave me the sweetest smile, one that sent warmth through my chest. And I knew exactly what she wanted to hear. Which I would always give it to her.
“I love you, little dove.”
EPILOGUE
LINDEN
Keegan had woken me before dawn with his mouth between my thighs, until I was shaking and whispering his name into the pillow. Then he’d kissed me and murmured against my lips, “Get dressed, little dove. Got a surprise.”
My parents were in town, so they had all sorts of fun things planned for the kids—a trip to the park, an ice cream stop, and a trip to the toy store. The lure of being spoiled by their grandparents meant nobody complained about Keegan and me not being around at all.
Keegan and I had the entire day to ourselves, and I couldn’t wait to see what my husband had planned.
When we neared the airport where we first met, I tapped his shoulder and asked, “Are we going up?”
“Yup.”
I squeezed him tighter, enjoying the thrill of being on the back of his bike even more than I did when I got to see him pilot a plane. There was nothing like being wrapped around his sexy body while his motorcycle thrummed between my legs and the wind whipped my hair behind me where it hung out the back of the helmet.
After we pulled through the gates with a wave from the security guard who knew Keegan well, he drove us straight to the hangar where he kept his personal plane. A Cessna he’d spent the past year restoring himself.
I climbed off the bike first, and he quickly followed. His arms slid around my waist, and he rested his chin on my shoulder. “She’s ready for you.”
I turned my head to look at him. “You’re really letting me fly her?”
He nodded with a sexy smirk. “I am, little dove.”
My heart raced as he walked me through the pre-flight like he had a hundred times before—checking fuel, control surfaces, tires, the works. He used the same tone he used when he was teaching me ground school in our bed at two in the morning, while the kids were asleep. Every correct answer had earned me a kiss. Every perfect recitation of emergency procedures had gotten me his mouth somewhere much lower.
With that kind of incentive, I was a quick learner.
We climbed into the cockpit. I took the left seat for the first time, my headset on. Keegan settled in on the right, running through the startup checklist with quiet focus after putting on his headset so we could communicate mid-flight. The engine caught with a low growl, the props spinning to life, their vibrations humming through the airframe and into my bones.
I taxied us out to the runway, my grip tightening as the nerves finally caught up to me.