Total pages in book: 118
Estimated words: 110278 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 551(@200wpm)___ 441(@250wpm)___ 368(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 110278 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 551(@200wpm)___ 441(@250wpm)___ 368(@300wpm)
“Yep,” I enunciate the p, and Sadie turns to look at me. Our girl is very observant. Her eyes follow our every movement, and when we make certain noises, her eyes light up, ready to listen to us.
“Fuck, if Sadie didn’t just wake up, I’d take you upstairs to show you how much I love you,” he whispers huskily in my ear, not allowing Sadie to hear any cuss words, something the whole office has had to make a change in. Bridger may be the jokester at times, but when it comes to Sadie, he doesn’t allow it. He was adamant her first word would not be shit, fuck, or damn. It was hard for the guys, especially Bridger himself. He pushed through though.
“I know, that’s why I told you after she woke up. If we went another round, I’m not sure I could move, let alone walk,” I joke, but we just went at it hot and heavy during Sadie’s nap time, and while I loved every moment of it, my poor vagina needs a break.
“I can kiss it make it all better.” His voice causes me to rub my thighs together.
“That’s what got me in this place to begin with.” I laugh at my own one-liner.
“Sunshine, you have to tell me if I’m too rough, especially now.” He is not helping me say no to him.
“I like everything you did to me and for me. Don’t you worry about that, Bridger Jennings.”
“You’re damn right you did, Kellie Jennings.” Bridger proposed to me two years ago this very day, with all our family and friends surrounding us. I was shocked to say the least. It caused my aunt and uncle to up and move from Arkansas though. Aunt Ro put her foot down and said she wasn’t going to miss out on her niece’s future anymore, and the few months I was gone, she felt like she was missing an extension of herself. Uncle Howie grumbled about it the entire time, but now both of them are settled in the other town over, not too far away but not too close either. After the introductions were stilted with Bridger and Uncle Howie, I was worried, but Bridger pulled out all the stops. Now the two of them get together, and he’s even pulled him into Nighthawk a few times to get his advice on something or other.
“What do you say we ask Ro and Howie if they want to watch Sadie for an evening so I can take my woman out on a date?” Bridger asks. This is something he and I have done since the very beginning. We still make time for one another. If we have a problem, we talk to each other. Our hopes and dreams have become a reality, and neither of us wants anything to get in the way.
“I think that’s a great idea. I’ll go get ready. I’m assuming you already talked to them?” I stand up. My whole world is sitting on the couch, and I can’t believe this is where I’m at in this point in my life. I would have never thought I could recover after what Liam did to me. Heck, I just wanted to bury myself in work and on the couch when I got home. That is until Bridger helped break that mold.
“They’ll be here in thirty minutes. Will that give you enough time?” I look down at the oversized shirt I’m wearing, one that I swiped from Bridger after our bout of lovemaking. I run my fingers through my hair, feeling the knots caused from his hands fisting it while he slammed his cock inside of me.
“I think that can be accomplished,” I say, then dart upstairs to get ready for a night on the town with my man. If I’m lucky, we’ll both be getting lucky. I just hope we don’t get busted. Last date night, Bridger and I couldn’t wait till we got back home. We did the next best thing: Bridger found a place in what we thought was a secluded alleyway. It was fast, hot, and the thought of us being out in the open had our senses heightened so much we didn’t care. That was until we heard a rustling of a noise. Luck was on our side, since it was a cat scurrying away. It caused us both to laugh. We promised one another we’d be more careful next time, but knowing how we were both in the heat of the moment that time, I doubt we’ll keep that promise.
“Wear a skirt or a dress, Kellie!” Bridger calls out, and that tells me everything I need to know. I’m going to do one better and give him the shock of his life when he sees what I’ll be wearing beneath, or rather what I won’t.