Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 68937 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 345(@200wpm)___ 276(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68937 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 345(@200wpm)___ 276(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
His eyes went intense for a long second before his hand wrapped around my wet hair and tightened. He didn’t pull my head back, but it was tight enough to sting.
“I would never, ever let anything happen to our child.”
And in that moment, I knew that to be irrevocably true, at least, to things that he could control.
“You can’t control everything, Dima.”
His eyes were laser fire as he said, “Watch me.”
My winter fat is finally gone, and now I have spring rolls.
—Text from Keely to Dima
DIMA
A fire was lit in my soul when she’d told me why she wasn’t sure she wanted kids, but only because she didn’t think they could be protected.
Just the idea of a child of ours being susceptible to anything dangerous—especially some of the things that she’d gone through—was enough to send me reeling.
I wasn’t lying when I shared that I’d never wanted kids before.
What kind of father could I be?
A terrible one?
I mean, talk about setting a bad example.
But the thought of her denying an urge so innate to her being because she wasn’t sure she could protect them felt like sandpaper against my heart.
It rubbed the wrong way, and I didn’t want her to ever feel like she couldn’t have something she wanted.
And if I had to go against my own fears and give her a dream, I’d do it. If only to see her happy.
That was literally all it took to change my entire outlook on life.
“When I say that nothing will ever happen to our child, I mean it,” I promised, sincerity staining my gravelly voice. “Other than medically, which I have no control over, I’d never allow any harm to come to him or her. As long as there is breath inside of my body, there’s literally nothing that I wouldn’t protect our child from.”
Her green eyes studied mine for so long that I worried that she wasn’t getting the message.
But then she smashed her mouth down onto mine and said, “I love you, Dima.”
Four words that had enough power to knock me off my feet.
Love.
Honestly, I wasn’t sure that I ever would know that kind of feeling, but in that moment, I realized that I’d been feeling it all along.
I loved her with a ferocity that likely should’ve scared her.
“I hate to tell you this, because I know it’ll unlock something inside of me that you’ll never get put back inside of its box again, but I love you, too,” I said as I curled my hands around her neck and pulled her in close. “God help you.”
She snickered and said, “God and me have been on the outs since my dad started abusing me. I don’t think there’s any help for me now.”
My eyes closed as I took her mouth in a desperate kiss.
Her body moved forward, and my cock that’d been nestled between us, hard as a rock but contained, slipped free of its confines.
Neither her hands nor mine moved as she angled her hips and took me inside.
There wasn’t a single hitch as her pussy sheathed my cock in one maddening glide.
The water started to drown me for a long second as my head fell back directly into the spray of the shower, but before I could see my life flash behind my eyes, her hand was in my hair, and she was yanking my mouth back to hers.
Her teeth caught my lip and bit down, causing me to buck beneath her.
The giggle she let out as she was sprayed in the face by the showerhead had me twisting us until the water was at her back, and my back and side were now against the wall.
“I can’t believe you have a bench big enough to do this in your shower,” she said as she gyrated her hips.
“It wasn’t me,” I said. “I’ll have to thank Brecken’s brothers for it,” I teased as I smoothed my hand over her backside to the seam of her ass.
Her eyes widened when my fingers brushed her back entrance.
But what I noticed was that she didn’t balk.
She licked her lips, though.
Oh, and her pupils dilated.
I brushed it again as I bucked my hips underneath her and watched her reaction.
Want.
Need.
Anticipation.
Oh, she wanted my finger there all right.
I didn’t need her to say a word as I pressed a bit harder on her entrance and the tip of my finger popped inside.
She drew in a deep breath and pushed back against my finger, urging me in deeper.
I worked her with that finger for a long minute, making sure to monitor her every move as I did, making sure that she was completely okay with what I was doing.
Only when I was sure she was ready did I go from one finger to two.
And that was when she detonated.
Falling apart in my arms, she buried her face into my neck and cried out with her release.